| My French model’s an old-fashioned lover
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| This babe of the night, wonderful sight
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| She moves in the way of a tigress
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| And the beauty of this is both bitch and bliss
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| Oh she shines like a ravishing diamond
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| She captivates me with a delicacy
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| That can only be His own creation
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| And she fixes her eye deep in the night and purrs
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| Who’s afraid? |
| Who’s afraid of me?
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| Who’s afraid? |
| Who’s afraid of me?
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| Oh she snakes her tongue in a circle
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| So sensuously, she’s haunting poor me
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| Then she asks: 'Will I stay forever ?'
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| And it’s easy to see she’s getting to me
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| So I plead for some time to consider
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| But she screams: 'No chance' - in a sinister glance
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| Then she weaves in the dance of the devil
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| Her tormenting eyes got me hypnotized and she says:
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| Who’s afraid? |
| Who’s afraid of me?
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| Who’s afraid? |
| Who’s afraid of me?
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| Oh she’s a woman of some understanding
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| And she promises me if I just wait and see
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| That all of this boy’s missing answers
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| Will manifest in the ultimate test and she purrs
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| Who’s afraid? |
| Who’s afraid of me?
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| Who’s afraid? |
| Who’s afraid of me?
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| She whispers: 'Who's afraid of me ?'
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| And she purrs: 'Who's afraid of me ?'
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| She whispers: 'Who's afraid of me ?'
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| And she purrs: 'Who's afraid of me ?' |