A mod college coed notices a pretty hippie girl arrive at a crowded house party and is instantly taken by her. She fights with herself about the unusual nature of her unexpected desire, but happily, her feelings are reciprocated and the two begin to make out, ditching the party when things start to heat up.
The first time I saw you -- really saw you -- was when you walked into the party that one night long ago. "Born to be Wild" was playing loudly on the stereo and the living room was filled with a huge crowd of partygoers moving and shimmying to the music, their gyrating bodies and chugging arms and legs going every which way through the smokey tinge from the various bongs and joints. I think it was the way you were dressed that really caught my eye: while everyone else had their moddest of Mod things on, with their crisply-ironed...