Who's Afraid - Steve Harley

My French model’s an old-fashioned lover

This babe of the night, wonderful sight

She moves in the way of a tigress

And the beauty of this is both bitch and bliss

Oh she shines like a ravishing diamond

She captivates me with a delicacy

That can only be His own creation

And she fixes her eye deep in the night and purrs

Who’s afraid?

Who’s afraid of me?

Who’s afraid?

Who’s afraid of me?

Oh she snakes her tongue in a circle

So sensuously, she’s haunting poor me

Then she asks: 'Will I stay forever ?'

And it’s easy to see she’s getting to me

So I plead for some time to consider

But she screams: 'No chance' - in a sinister glance

Then she weaves in the dance of the devil

Her tormenting eyes got me hypnotized and she says:

Who’s afraid?

Who’s afraid of me?

Who’s afraid?

Who’s afraid of me?

Oh she’s a woman of some understanding

And she promises me if I just wait and see

That all of this boy’s missing answers

Will manifest in the ultimate test and she purrs

Who’s afraid?

Who’s afraid of me?

Who’s afraid?

Who’s afraid of me?

She whispers: 'Who's afraid of me ?'

And she purrs: 'Who's afraid of me ?'

She whispers: 'Who's afraid of me ?'

And she purrs: 'Who's afraid of me ?'