1
A goddess on the mountain top,
Was burning like a silver flame.
The summit of beauty and love,
And Venus was her name.
ПР-В:
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
2
Her weapons were her crystal eyes,
Making every man mad.
Black as the dark night she was,
Got what no-one else had. Wa!
Пр-В:
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.
ПР-Ш:
ПР-В:
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.
ПР-Ш:
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire.
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire,
At your desire.
