She's in fashion
She's the fave on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
She's the colour of the magazine
And she's in fashion
She's in fashion
She's employed where the sun don't set
Ans she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of the magazine
Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1
Then 2 is 1 my love
Oh and if she tells you you should know
Then you should know my love
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
(And the sunshine it blows my mind
And the wind blows my brain