Sunshine blows my mind, & wind blows my brain.

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 
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 
She's in fashion 

(And the sunshine it blows my mind And the wind blows my brain）