She's in fashion

She's the face on the radioShe's the body on the morning showShe's there shaking it out on the sceneAnd she's the colour of a magazine
And she's in fashionOuh Ouh OuhAnd she's in fashionOuh Ouh Ouh

She is strung out on a TV dreamAnd she's the taste of the gasolineAnd she's as similar as you can getTo the shape of a cigarette

The sunshine will blow my mindAnd the wind blows my brain


Lyrics borrowed by Suede