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 eye

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 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 eye

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

-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’ve tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure