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
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She's employed where the sun don't sets
And she's the shape of a cigarettes
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my, love
Ah-ah
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 the gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarettes
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she's in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I said 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
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
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
Sunsine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
