Tourist Guide 
                                                                                                     (Authored and recited by Richard Lee Orey

                                                
                                   
                                                                                                   Pretty girls with lots of curls
                                                                                                   Have daring on their side
                                                                                                  They lead their guys with fluttering eyes
                                                                                                   As if a tourist  guide

                                                                                                  The view of all the eager men
                                                                                                   Is to somehow find a way
                                                                                                   Yet instinctively the pretty girls
                                                                                                   Lead them all astray

                                                                                                   The lady thinks of picket fences
                                                                                                   And children in her fate
                                                                                                   The fellow never understands
                                                                                                   Until it's way too late.

                                                                                                   She shows a leg and then a thigh
                                                                                                   As he sits and dreams and stares 
                                                                                                   She moves her hips and puckers her lips
                                                                                                    And offers all she dares 

                                                                                                   Pretty girls with lots of curls
                                                                                                   Have daring on their side
                                                                                                    They lead their guys with fluttering eyes
                                                                                                   As if a tourist guide

                                                                                                   She drops a scheming tear or two 
                                                                                                   That blinds his keen detection
                                                                                                   His focus being  purely physical 
                                                                                                   With adequate protection

                                                                                                   No sooner does his heat rise up
                                                                                                   With closeness on his mind
                                                                                                   Than she offers him her size of ring
                                                                                                   And puts him in a bind

                                                                                                   With shoulders bare she winks her eyes
                                                                                                   Her jeweler right next door
                                                                                                   She leads him on with little white lies
                                                                                                   And makes him want her more

                                                                                                   While he checks his dating book
                                                                                                   And continues on the make
                                                                                                   She's talking with her pastor 
                                                                                                   And ordering a wedding cake

                                                                                                   Pretty girls with lots of curls
                                                                                                   Have daring on their side
                                                                                                   They lead their guys with fluttering eyes
                                                                                                    As if a tourist  guide

                                                                                                   She whispers in his naked ear
                                                                                                    "Don't leave me in the lurch
                                                                                                   If you want me like I want you,
                                                                                                   I'll see you soon in church."

                                                                                                   According to the plan she made
                                                                                                   The "I do" voice comes soon
                                                                                                   As they scurry past the hailing rice
                                                                                                   And start their honeymoon

                                                                                                   Pretty girls with lots of curls
                                                                                                   Have daring on their side
                                                                                                   They lead their guys with fluttering eyes
                                                                                                   As if a tourist  guide

                                                                                                   This story ends like most, I guess,
                                                                                                    As they drive away to hide,
                                                                                                   It's all because of the pretty girl 
                                                                                                   We know as Tourist Guide

                                                                                                   It's all because of the pretty girl
                                                                                                   We know as Tourist Guide

                                                                                                   Richard Lee Orey
                                                                                                   Copyright 2011