Lyrics:

What she got she got to give it to somebody**lf**What she got she got to give it to someone**lf**It''s not a case of growin'' up or lots of money**lf**It''s just the fundamental twist of the sun**lf**What she got she got to let somebody find it (- ''Really?'')**lf**What she got is not for her to keep alone (- ''Oh!'')**lf**Nobody''s got a clue if there is such a reason (- ''Yea?'')**lf**Why she wanna play it o-on her own**lf**She''s got nothing on but the radio**lf**She''s a passion play**lf**And like the break of day**lf**She takes my breath away**lf**What she got she got to give to some contender**lf**What she got is just like gold dust on a shelf**lf**And no one''s got a clue what''s on her brave agenda**lf**Why she wanna keep it keep it to herself**lf**She''s got nothing on but the radio**lf**It''s a passion play**lf**And like the break of day**lf**She takes my breath away**lf**Who did the painting on my wall?**lf**Who left a poem down the hall?**lf**Oh I don''t understand at all, he-he-hey**lf**She''s got nothing on but the radio**lf**She''s a passion play**lf**And like the break of day**lf**She takes my breath away**lf**She''s got nothing on but the radio**lf**It''s a passion play**lf**And like the break of day**lf**She takes my breath away**lf**She takes my breath away**lf**She takes my breath away...**lf**LyricWiki