Lyric 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
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 she s in fashion
(And the sunshine it blows my mind, and the wind blows my brain).