she s got nothing on

Roxete

What she got she got to give it to somebody
What she got she got to give it to someone
Itââ?¬â?¢s not a case of growinââ?¬â?¢ up or lots of money
Itââ?¬â?¢s just the fundamental twist of the sun

What she got she got to let somebody find it (- ââ?¬Å?Really?ââ?¬)
What she got is not for her to keep alone (- ââ?¬Å?Oh!ââ?¬)
Nobodyââ?¬â?¢s got a clue if there is such a reason (- ââ?¬Å?Yea?ââ?¬)
Why she wanna play it o-on her own

Sheââ?¬â?¢s got nothing on but the radio
Sheââ?¬â?¢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 oneââ?¬â?¢s got a clue whatââ?¬â?¢s on her brave agenda
Why she wanna keep it keep it to herself

Sheââ?¬â?¢s got nothing on but the radio
Itââ?¬â?¢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 donââ?¬â?¢t understand at all, he-he-hey