Tourists. Looking for adventures, no matter what.
Some of them have girlfriends, some of them have wives
All of them want honey from my Tree of Life.
Who am I?
Once I thought I was a queen, extra sensual, super sweet
But maybe I’m just a piece of meat
To be devoured on the feast of lust and sin
And then, they leave
With their loins full of me, they go back to their homes
To their true loves
I stay, empty, wide-open
Picking up my clothes and hopes from the floor.
Maybe I’m just a trophy
A golden coin in a video game
Shining and bright, I give you an extra life
You gotta have me, you gotta level up
No matter who’s waiting on the other side
Your princess will never find out
But your comrades will
And that’s worth every risk.
Maybe, I’m just a treat
A little pleasure next to Snickers and strawberry drink
Nothing serious, nothing to take a man from his life path
Even when I was ready to abandon everything
For that one man
My goals, my dreams, my dignity, my success
It was not enough to win the ticket to his life.
Tourists. Oh, if I could, I would rip off their throats!
Chop them into pieces
Burn them on the altar of my soul
I would enter the flames and let them cleanse my disgrace
And when it’s done, I would rise like a Phoenix
Stronger than ever before
I would stand naked on top of the world
Proudly present the sacred nest of my feminine love
And I would shout out loud
NO TOURISTS ALLOWED!