I want to have a commune with hippy chicks and no charlie manson

The pretty, bare foot girls, coming to and fro, asking me where is this or that and some exceptional ones, demonstrating what sex can be in a non-commital fashion, and we all cook meals and laugh around the old pump organ, -but I know it always has a crashing end, and ideals don't last. And I'll be stuck with the worst 'hangers-on', and all the pretty girls will be gone