Arabella

Oh, Arabella's got some interstellar gatorskin boots

And a helter-skelter roderito fingin' and he rides 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

The little lady sitting on the passenger's side

It's much less picturesque without her catching the light

The horizon dries but it's just not as kind on the eyes

Hey Sanabella, oh, hey Sanabella Just my head tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure What a bella's got a 70's head

But she's a modern lover and it's a separation She's made of outer space

And her lips are like a galaxy's edge And her kiss the color of a constellation

Falling into place

My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind

That little lady sitting on the passenger's side

It's much less picturesque without her cat in the line

There are rides on tris, but it's just not as kind on the eyes

Hey Santa Bella, oh

Hey Santa Bella

Just might have tapped into your mind and soul

Oh you can

Oh be sure

It's a sheet of print code

Underneath it I hope, can I have one of those

Cigarette that she smokes, from the Mexican coke

When she rubbed the bottle, of your soul

And it sounds like, it just might have tapped into your mind and soul

Or you can be sure.