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 swinsuit 
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 have tapped into your mind and soul 
You can 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 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 eyes 
As Arabella, oh 
As Arabella. 

Just might have tapped into your mind and soul 
You can 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  [bad word] 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 have tapped into your mind and soul 
You can be sure.