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).