A goddess on a mountain top,
Was burning like a silver flame.
The summit of beauty and love,
And Venus was her name.
CHORUS:
She's got it,
Yeah, baby she's got it.
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire at your desire.
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire at your desire.
Her weapon were her crystal eyes,
Making every man mad.
Black as a darknight she was,
Got what no one else had.
CHORUS
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