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 sittin' on the passenger side It's much less picturesque without her catchin' 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 seventies 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 fallin' into place My days end best when the sunset gets itself Behind that little lady sittin' on the passenger side It's much less picturesque without her catchin' 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 Askin' 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