(Willcox/Darlow) I'll you well, be your western girl Tailored, silent, the and the pearl Soft young flesh, so mean He's my ankles, his ropes burn my waist When you chase me, I fall and graze my Blood flakes pancake, leaves a tattoo My in the mirror is branded by you remain so you the pleasures of my pain Makasete Watashini I'll serve you well, be your girl You must do as you judgement, I kneel before you Your pleasure, my I'll serve you well, I'm here to please If you leave me to the bed tonight you've finished, leave on the light The are so cold, I miss the soft sheets you so dearly, I'll never leave Watashini Makasete I'll serve you well, be your western You must do as you Pass judgement, I kneel you pleasure, my punishment I'll serve you well, I'm only to please Dressed to kill, I'll serve you Keep my to a whisper Never raise my eyes, your glare Tread so lightly, I'll only be When you me to be If the need arises, you punish me If I'm slow, intolerant, you do as you please If you want me at your table, i'll kiss feet Prepare your feast, I'll do to please all because you love me, you want me to learn My eyes are eyes, when others take their turn Then when you wash me, in your eyes I can The tables turned and you serve me well Watashini Watashini before you on my knees (I'll you well) pray before you on my (I'll be western girl) pray you on my knees (I'll you well) before you on my knees (I'll be western girl) pray you on my knees (I'll you well) pray you on my knees pray you on my knees before you on my knees Toyah - verbals Peter Van Hooke - Simon Darlow - Hirota - percussion Toyah Willcox - backing Linda - backing vocals