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What she got she got to give it to somebody |
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What she got she got to give it to someone |
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It's not a case of growin' up or lots of money |
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It's just the fundamental twist of the sun |
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What she got she got to let somebody find it (- 'Really?') |
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What she got is not for her to keep alone (- 'Oh!') |
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Nobody's got a clue if there is such a reason (- 'Yea?') |
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Why she wanna play it o-on her own |
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She's got nothing on but the radio |
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She's a passion play |
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And like the break of day |
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She takes my breath away |
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What she got she got to give to some contender |
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What she got is just like gold dust on a shelf |
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And no one's got a clue what's on her brave agenda |
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Why she wanna keep it keep it to herself |
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She's got nothing on but the radio |
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It's a passion play |
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And like the break of day |
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She takes my breath away |
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Who did the painting on my wall? |
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Who left a poem down the hall? |
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Oh I don't understand at all, he-he-hey |
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She's got nothing on but the radio |
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She's a passion play |
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And like the break of day |
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She takes my breath away |
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She's got nothing on but the radio |
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It's a passion play |
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And like the break of day |
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She takes my breath away |
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She takes my breath away |
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She takes my breath away... |
