She's In Fashion

She's the face 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 a magazine And she's in fashion, 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 shake of a tambourine and she's the colour of a magazine, And she's in fashion, and she's in fashion Oh~ and if she tells you 2 is 1 then 2 is 1 my love Ah~ and if she tells you you should know, then you should know my love, She is strung out on a T.V dream, and she's the taste of gasoline, And she's a sinelar as you can get to the shape of a cigarette And she's in fashion And she's in fashion And she's in fashion (And the sunshine it blows my mind, and the wind blows my brain)