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, [bad word] the place like Penny Lane 
Yeah you 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 tres chic, yeah, she's a classic 
But 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 

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 

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