She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
And she's there shaking it out on the scene
And she's the colour of a magazine

And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion

She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shape of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine

She's in fashion
She's in fashion

Oh, and if she tells you 2 is 1
Then 2 is one 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

She's in fashion
She's in fashion
She's in fashion
She's in fashion

The sunshine will blow my mind and the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind and the wind blow my brain
The sunshine will blow my mind and the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind and the wind blow my brain