She's In Fashion

She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the mornin' show
And she's there shaking it out on the scene
And she's the color 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 set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the color of a magazine

And she's in fashion, ooh-ooh-ooh
'Cause she's in fashion, ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh, and if she tells you two is one
Then two 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 the gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette

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"
The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain