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