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 oohShe'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 oohOh, 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 loveShe 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 oohAnd she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh oohI 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 brainI 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