What she got she got to give it to somebodyWhat she got she got to give it to someoneIt’s not a case of growin’ up or lots of moneyIt’s just the fundamental twist of the sunWhat 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 (- “Yea?”)Why she wanna play it o-on her own?She’s got nothing on but the radioShe’s a passion playAnd like the break of dayShe takes my breath awayWhat she got she got to give to some contenderWhat she got is just like gold dust on a shelfAnd no one’s got a clue what’s on her brave agendaWhy she wanna keep it keep it to herselfShe’s got nothing on but the radioIt’s a passion playAnd like the break of dayShe takes my breath awayWho did the painting on my wall?Who left a poem down the hall?Oh I don’t understand at all, he-he-hey
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