text: Arabellas got some interstellar-gator skin boots
  An a Helter Skelter round her little finger
  An I ride it endlessly
  Shes got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
  An 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
  Its much less picturesque without her catchin the light
  The horizon tries but its just not as kind on the eyes
  As Arabella, oh
  As Arabella
  Just might’ve tapped into your mind and soul
  You cant be sure
  Arabellas got a 70s head
  But shes a modern lover
  Its an exploration, shes made of outer space
  An her lips are like the galaxys edge
  An 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
  Its much less picturesque without her catchin the light
  The horizon tries but its just not as kind on the eyes
  As Arabella, oh
  As Arabella
  Just might’ve tapped into your mind and soul
  You cant be sure
   In a cheetah print coat
   Underneath it, I hope
   I can have one of those
   Cigarettes that she smokes
   Round a Mexican Coke
   That you were the bottle
   Of your soul, an it sounds like
  Just might’ve tapped into your mind and soul
  You cant be sure