Arabella

Arabella's got some interstellagator-skin boots

And a helter skelter around 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 a kiss the colour 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