She's in Fashion

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 the sunshine it blows my mind, and the wind blows my brain). --- She's in Fashion - Suede and The London Suede