intro: A

  A
What she got she got to give it to somebody
  A
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


Dm                Bb          F     C
She’s got nothing on but the radio
Dm                Bb         
She’s a passion play
               F     
And like the break of day
     C         Bb     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


Dm                Bb          F     C
She’s got nothing on but the radio
Dm                Bb         
She’s a passion play
               F     
And like the break of day
     C         Bb     Dm   C
She takes my breath away
 
   Dm      C
Who did the painting on my wall?
   Dm      C
Who left a poem down the hall?
   Dm      C
Oh I don’t understand at all, he-he-hey

Solo: A  A  G  D

Dm                Bb          F     C
She’s got nothing on but the radio
Dm                Bb         
She’s a passion play
               F     
And like the break of day
     C         Bb     Dm   C
She takes my breath away