arabella got some interstellar gator skin boots and a helter skelter round her little finger and i ride it endlessly
shes got a barberella silver swim suit and when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my day dreams
my days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
that little lady sitting on the passenger side
its much less picturesque without her catching the light
the horizon tries but its just not as kind on the eye as arabella oh, as arabella
just might have tapped into your mind and soul you cant be sure
arabellas got a seventys head but shes a modern lover its an exploration shes made of outer space
and her lips are the galaxys edge and i kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place
my days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
that little lady sitting on the passenger side
its much less picturesque without her catching the light
the horizon tries but its just not as kind on the eye as arabella oh, as arabella
just might have tapped into your mind and soul you cant be sure
thats magic
(in a cheetah print coat)
just a slip
(underneath it i hope)
ask her if
(i can have one of those)
organic
(sigarettes 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 tududududuudududsikajfhkhdsfk
just might have tapped into your mind and soul you cant be sure
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing every thing, every boy-city, in his path.