She´s Got Nothing On (but the radio) - Roxette

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, 
What she got is not for her to keep alone. 
Nobody´s got a clue if there is such a reason, 
Why she wanna play it o on her own. 

She´s got nothing on but the radio (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 (radio), 
She´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! 

She´s got nothing on but the radio (radio), 
She´s a passion play, 
And like the break of day, 
She takes my breath away. 

She´s got nothing on but the radio (radio), 
She´s a passion play, 
And like the break of day, 
She takes my breath away. 

She takes my breath away, ah ah ah. 
She takes my breath away.