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 (- "Yea?") 

Why she wanna play it o-on 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, he-he-hey