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 the place like Penny lane Yeah, you’re lucky if you’re on her plane
From Tokyo to Mexico, to Rio
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 Yeah, she’s so 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 très chic, yeah, she’s a classic Yeah, she’s footloose and 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 of Yoko, And she’s a little bit of “Oh no”
From LA, Miami, to New York City
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 Yeah, she’s so in demand Takes you miles high, so high, ’cause she’s got that one international smile
Please fasten your seat belts and make sure your champagne glasses are empty We are now approaching the runway, so get ready for take off
(She’s got that international smile, oh yeah, She’s got that one international smile)
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 Yeah, she’s so in demand Takes you miles high, so high, ’cause she’s got that one international smile