Steve Harley - Who's Afraid?

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 ?'