A goddess on a mountain top was burning 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!
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire at your desire
Her weapons were her crystal eyes making every man mad
Black as the dark night she was, got what no one else had
Wow! 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
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.
(Van Leeuwen)