Baby I'm Your Venus

Baby I'm your Venus
Baby I'm your Godess
But Baby I'm all hairless
At Gilette's Desire
My legs are on fire
Freezing on a moutain top
At Gilette's Desire
Yeah Baby They got us
Gilette's weapons were the adverts
Making every woman mad
They created an illusion
that women were all hairless
Gilette's Creation

Yeah Baby, They got us
We will struggle with our stubble
While Mr Gilette wears cashmere and sable

Venus will wax and Venus will preen
to look like a pre-teen
Smooth like a baby under jeans
Wearing killer six inch heels

Yeah Baby they got us
Hairless Venus
Just an illusion