A What she got she got to give it to somebody What she got she got to give it to someone G D It’s not a case of growin’ up or lots of money A 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 Chorus: Dm A# F C She’s got nothing on but the radio Dm A# She’s a passion play F And like the break of day C A# Dm 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 Chorus C Dm Who did the painting on my wall? C Dm Who left a poem down the hall? C A# A Oh I don’t understand at all, he-he-hey Chorus 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C D Dm F G |