Lyrics:

She''s the face on the radio she''s the body on the morning show**lf**She''s there shaking it out on the scene**lf**She''s the colour of a magazine**lf**And she''s in fashion she''s in fashion**lf****lf**She''s employed where the sun don''t set**lf**And she''s the shape of a cigarette**lf**And she''s the shake of a tambourine**lf**And she''s the colour of a magazine**lf**And she''s in fashion and she''s in fashion**lf****lf**Oh and if she tells you 2 is 1 then 2 is 1 my love**lf**Oh and if she tells you you should know,**lf**Then you should know my love,**lf**She is strung out on a TV dream,**lf**And she''s the taste of gasoline,**lf**And she''s as similar as you can get to the shape of a cigarette**lf**And she''s in fashion**lf**(And the sunshine it blows my mind, and the wind blows my brain).