Arabella

Arabella’s got some interstellagator skin boots
And a helter skelter around her little finger and I ride it endlessly
She’s got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
And when she needs a shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams

My days end best when this 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 a kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place

My days end best when this 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

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…

Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can’t be sure

– Arctic Monkeys

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