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 ′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 colour 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