Artist: Arctic Monkeys
Track: Arabella
Lyrics
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 sittin' on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might've tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
Arabella's got a seventies 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 fallin' into place
My days end best when the sunset gets itself
Behind that little lady sittin' on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might've 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
Askin' if I can have one of those
Organic cigarettes 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
Just might've tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
Full Lyrics and Meaning
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 sittin' on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might've tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
Arabella's got a seventies 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 fallin' into place
My days end best when the sunset gets itself
Behind that little lady sittin' on the passenger side
It's much less picturesque without her catchin' the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might've 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
Askin' if I can have one of those
Organic cigarettes 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
Just might've tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
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