Arabella
Arabella's got some interstellar-gator skin bootsAnd a helter skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlesslyShe's got a Barbarella silver swimsuitAnd when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams
My days end best when this sunset gets itselfBehind that little lady sitting on the passenger sideIt's much less picturesque without her catching the lightThe horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As ArabellaAs ArabellaJust might have tapped into your mind and soulYou can't be sure
Arabella's got a 70's headBut she's a modern loverIt's an exploration, she's made of outer spaceAnd her lips are like the galaxy's edgeAnd her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place
My days end best when this sunset gets itselfBehind that little lady sitting on the passenger sideIt's much less picturesque without her catching the lightThe horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As ArabellaAs ArabellaJust might have tapped into your mind and soulYou can't be sure
That's magic in a cheetah print coatJust a slip underneath it I hopeAsking if I can have one of thoseOrganic cigarettes that she smokesWraps her lips round the Mexican cokeMakes you wish that you were the bottleTakes a sip of your soul and it sounds like…
Just might have tapped into your mind and soulYou can't be sure