Arabella
Arabella's got some
Interstellar gator skin boots
And a Helter Skelter 'round her little finger
And I ride it endlessly
She's got a Barbarella silver swinsuit
And when she needs to shelter from reality
She takes a dip in my daydreams.
My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady sitting
on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque
Without her catching the light
The horizon tries
But it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella.
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can be sure.
Arabella's got a '70s head
But she's a modern lover
It's an exploration,
She's made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy's edge
And her kiss the color of a constellation
Falling into place.
My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady sitting
on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque
Without her catching the light
The horizon tries
But it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella.
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can be sure.
(That's magic) in a cheetah print coat
(Just a slip) underneath it I hope
(Asking if) I can have one of those
(Organic) cigarettes that she smokes
(Rubs her lips) 'round a Mexican Coke
(Makes you wish) that you were the bottle
(Takes a sip) of your soul,
And it sounds like.
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can be sure.
