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 swimsuit

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've tapped into your mind and soul

You can't 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've tapped into your mind and soul

You can't 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

Wraps 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've tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure