She’s Got Nothing on (But the Radio) (Live in Rio de Janeiro, April 16 2011)

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