Shes the face on the radio
Shes the body on the morning show
Shes there shaking it out on the scene
And shes the colour of a magazine
And shes in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
And shes in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
Shes employed where the sun dont set
And shes the shape of a cigarette
And shes the shake of a tambourine
And shes 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 shes the taste of the gasoline
And shes as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blows my brain
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