January 16, 2011 Music video by Roxette performing She's Got Nothing On (But The Radio). (P) 2011 The copyright in this audiovisual recording is owned by Roxette Recordings under exclusive license to EMI Music Sweden AB The “She’s Got Nothing On” clip finds the Swedish pop pair looking angelic while bathed in a heavenly glow. They bop around and sing their new jam while scenes from a raucous house party are edited in. Enjoy....share with your friends, write a comment, show you thanks and love for Roxette - She's Got Nothing On (But The Radio) and don't forget to buy their single / album!!. Musicvideolife.com music on demand with lyrics on demand.
Roxette - She's Got Nothing On (But The Radio) lyrics
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 Song Information
B-side “Wish I Could Fly (Live from St. Petersburg Sept. 12, 2010)”
Released January 28, 2011
Genre Pop
Length 03:36
Label EMI/Capitol Records
Writers 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