Artist: Artic Monkeys
Track: Arabella
Lyrics
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
Rubs 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
Full Lyrics and Meaning
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
Rubs 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
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