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 eyes As Arabella oh As Arabella Just might have 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 falling into place 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 Wraps her lips 'round the Mexican Coke Makes you wish that you were the bottle Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like...