Venus

The goddess on the mountain top Was bright and like a silver flame. The summit of beauty and love And Venus was her name. She's got it. Yeah, baby, she's got it. Oh. 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 weapons was her crystal eyes, Making every man go mad. Blacker than darkness she was. Good with no one else had. She's got it. Yeah, baby, she's got it. Oh. Well, I'm your Venus. I'm your fire, at your desire. Well, I'm your Venus. I'm your fire, at your desire. Na, na, Hey. Starry night. Oh. Woo-hoo-hoo. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, She's got it. Yeah, baby, she's got it. Oh. Well, I'm your Venus. I'm your fire, at your desire. Well, I'm your Venus. I'm your fire, at your desire. Well, I'm your Venus. I'm your fire, at your desire. Woo.