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 Chorus: 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 Arabella's got a '70s head But she's a modern lover It's an exploration, she's made of outer space An' her lips are like the galaxy's edge An' her kiss the colour 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 Chorus C A That's magic in a cheetah print coat Em Just a slip underneath it I hope G Asking if I can have one of those C Organic cigarettes that she smokes A Wraps her lips round the Mexican coke C Makes you wish that you were the bottle D D# Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like Just might’ve tapped into your mind and soul You can't be sure | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am C D D# Em G Bm |