She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the mornin' show
And she's there shaking it out on the scene
And she's the color of a magazine
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
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 color of a magazine
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
'Cause she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
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 the gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
And she's in fashion, ooh ooh ooh
I said, «The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain»
I said, «The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain»
I said, «The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain»
Sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said, «The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain»
The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain