Flowers in her hair, she don't care
Peach pink lips, yeah, everybody stares
You think you've seen her in a magazine
It's like she walked right out of your dreams
Black ray-bans, you know she's with the band
Passport stamps, she's cosmopolitan
Yeah, she runs a place at Penny Lane
Yeah, you're lucky if you're on her plane
From Tokyo, to Mexico, to Rio
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That girl's a trip, a one way ticket
Takes you miles high (so high)
Cause she's got that one international smile
Catch her if you can (if you can)
Yeah, she's so in demand (in demand)
Takes you miles high (so high)
Cause she's got that one international smile
She's got that je ne sais quoi, you know it
So tres chic, yeah, she's a classic
But she's pole dancing so fancy free
Yeah, she dances to her own beat
Cause she's the muse and the artist
Always leaves a trail of stardust
'Cause she's a little bit a yoko
And she's a little bit of «oh no»
From L.A., Miami to New York City
[Chorus]
(Please fasten your seatbelts
And make sure your champagne glasses are empty,
We are now approaching the runway,
So get ready for take off)
[Chorus]
