(Willcox/Darlow) I'll you well, be your western girl Tailored, silent, the oyster and the Soft young flesh, master's so He's shackled my ankles, his ropes burn my When you chase me, I fall and my face flakes like pancake, leaves a tattoo My image in the is branded by you remain so you suffer the pleasures of my Makasete Watashini serve you well, be your western girl You must do as you judgement, I kneel before you Your pleasure, my I'll you well, I'm only here to please If you leave me chained to the bed you've finished, leave on the light The boards are so cold, I the soft sheets love you so dearly, I'll leave Makasete Watashini I'll you well, be your western girl You do as you please Pass judgement, I kneel you Your pleasure, my serve you well, I'm only here to please Dressed to kill, serve you well Keep my voice to a raise my eyes, avoid your glare Tread so lightly, I'll only be When you me to be If the need arises, you must me If I'm slow, intolerant, you do as you please If you me at your table, i'll kiss your feet Prepare your feast, I'll do to please all because you love me, you want me to learn My eyes are your eyes, when others their turn Then you wash me, in your eyes I can tell The tables turned and you serve me well Makasete Watashini before you on my knees (I'll you well) pray before you on my (I'll be western girl) before you on my knees (I'll you well) pray you on my knees (I'll be your girl) pray you on my knees (I'll you well) before you on my knees pray you on my knees before you on my knees Toyah Willcox - Peter Van - drums Simon - keyboards Hirota - percussion Toyah Willcox - backing Linda Taylor - vocals