G Em Am
Arabella’s got some interstellar-gator skin boots
G Em Am G
And a helter skelter ’round her little finger and I ride it
endlessly
Em Am
She’s got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
G Em Am G
And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip
in my daydreams
Em Am G
My days end best when this sunset gets itself
Em Am G Em
Behind that little lady sitting on the passenger side
Am G Em
It’s much less picturesque without her catching the light
Em
The horizon tries but it’s just not as kind on the eyes
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
As Arabella
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
As Arabella
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
You can—t be sure
Chords repeat.
