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 And she's in fashion And she's in fashion