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)