She's the face on the radio She's the body on the morning show She's there shaking it out on the scene And 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 Ah Ah And if she tells you two is one Then two is one my love Ah Ah 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 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 The sunshine will blow my mind And the wind blows my brain