I’m a nice lady who works as a guide, in this tourist place.
You wouldn’t look twice if you think I’m nice, but I can show my nasty face.
I have a plan, assertive I am, I’ll tell you ‘No cameras in here.’
I’ll get the result that you want to bolt, my manner makes you shed a tear.
I have such power, at you I will glower, authority does make me high,
if I am firm then maybe you’ll learn, my manner is far from shy.
I cannot be nice with eyes like ice, as I angrily storm your way,
using bad tone as I dig with my bone, I like to ruin your day.
I add sarcasm to kill the orgasm, of you enjoying this place,
only you know how I let myself show, as I am rude to your face.
It’s not about photos not being allowed, I know you don’t mean any harm,
but it made me feel good like no staff ever should,
to spoil your mood with this charm.
Treating you like a child, I’ll drive you wild, by snatching your dignity,
now you won’t come back for fear of attack,
I should have been nice and just smiled.
You cannot say that you had a nice day, my malice flew round in your head,
I was so mean, now you’re not very keen,
the thought of it fills you with dread.
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