She's In Fashion
She's in fashion
by hyrio
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
Ouh Ouh Ouh
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
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
Ouh Ouh Ouh
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
Oh and if she tells you two is one
t hen two is one my love
Oh and if she tels you should know
then she 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 she's in fashion
And she's in fashion
And she's in fashion
I said the sunshine it blows my mind
and the wind blows my brain)