- cifra
A goodness on a mountain top
Was burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty she was
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
Well, I'm your Venus
I'm your fire at your desire.
Her weapon were her crystal eyes
Making every man a man
Black as a darknight she was
Got what no one else had. Wow!!!
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