Watch out
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
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
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
It's a passion play
And like the break of day
she takes my breath away
She takes my breath away
Ahhh
She takes my breath away
Ohh ahh ohh
Ohh ahh