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 growing 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 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, hey, hey, hey

She’s got nothing on but the 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

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