Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Alex Turner
Guitarra
Jamie Cook
Guitarra
Matt Helders
Batería
Nick O'Malley
Bajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Alex Turner
Autoría
Jamie Cook
Autoría
Letra
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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 catching the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
[Verse 3]
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
[Verse 4]
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
Oh, baby, and her kiss the color of a constellation fallin' into place
[Verse 5]
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 catching the light
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eyes
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
[Verse 6]
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
[Verse 7]
Oh, 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
[Verse 8]
Just might have tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
Written by: Alex Turner
