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 two is one Then two is one, 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