What she got she got to give it to somebody
What she got she got to give it to someone
It's not a case of growin' up or lots of money

It's just the fundamental twist of the sun

What she got she got to let somebody find it (Really?)

What she got is not for her to keep alone (Oh!)
Nobody's got a clue if there is such a reason ("Yeah?)
Why she wanna play it oon her own


She's got nothing on but the radio
She's a passion play

And like the break of day
She takes my breath away


What she got she got to give to some contender
What she got is just like gold dust on a shelf
And no one's got a clue what's on her brave agenda

Why she wanna keep it keep it to herself

She's got nothing on but the radio

It's a passion play
And like the break of day
She takes my breath away


Who did the painting on my wall?
Who left a poem down the hall?

Oh I don't understand at all, hehehey

She's got nothing on but the radio

It's a passion play
And like the break of day
She takes my breath away


She's got nothing on but the radio
It's a passion play

And like the break of day
She takes my breath away
She takes my breath away

She takes my breath away.