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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 And 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 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 (I said the sunshine it blows my mind and the wind blows my brain) |
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