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Tourist

Tourist

We'll
Ride that train in Norway
Cruise the Seine in France
Cross that bridge when we come to it
Perform a traditional Greek dance
Check out lines in Amsterdam
Floating across its canals
Just like Venice over floods
Looking for a second chance
We'll
Swiss mountain cheesy
Austrian boots Nazi
Italian sleazy
Without giving two hoots
Of anyone's party or cahoots
For who gives a damn
If shopping is involved
As female psychology
Or spending resolved
What may cost more
May still cost less
Being a tourist
Is simply a test
Being patient
In a male vest
To fit a need
Of cultural greed
Where no one fits in
As everyone bleeds
So stop and think about it
If this is a test
Is it a nuclear test?
Which begs the question
About where we are going
If the river is fast
Why are we slowing
Down?
We'll
Come to that later
Sooner than you think
While you're not in the water
You still have to drink
So quench your thirst
As you're traveling past
You may not be the first
But you won't be last
Out of danger


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