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  • 作词 : Per Gessle
    作曲 : Per Gessle
    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 (- '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
    She's got nothing on but the 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
    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
    She's a passion play
    And like the break of day
    She takes my breath away
    She's got nothing on but the radio
    It's a passion play
    And like the break of day
    She takes my breath away
    She takes my breath away
    She takes my breath away...
  • 作词 : Per Gessle
    作曲 : Per Gessle
    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 (- '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
    She's got nothing on but the 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
    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
    She's a passion play
    And like the break of day
    She takes my breath away
    She's got nothing on but the radio
    It's a passion play
    And like the break of day
    She takes my breath away
    She takes my breath away
    She takes my breath away...