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What she got she got to give it to somebody
What she got she got to give it to someone
Its not a case of growin up or lots of money
Its 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!)
Nobodys got a clue if there is such a reason (- Yea?)
Why she wanna play it o-on her own
Shes got nothing on but the radio
Shes 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 ones got a clue whats on her brave agenda
Why she wanna keep it keep it to herself
Shes got nothing on but the radio
Its 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 dont understand at all, he-he-hey