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 she's in fashion