Intro 1
Em Am G Em Am G
Em Am G Em Am G
Verse 1
Em
Arabella's got some interstellar
gator-skin boots
Am G
And a Helter Skelter
Em
'round her little finger and
Am G
I ride it endlessly
Em Am
She's got a Barbarella silver swimsuit
G Em
And when she needs to shelter from reality
Am G
she takes a dip in my day dreams
Pre-Chorus 1
Em
My days end best
Am G
when the sunset gets itself
Em Am
Behind that little lady sittin'
G Em
on the passen ger side
Am
It's much less picturesque
G Em
without her catchin' the light
The horizon tries
Chorus 1
but it's just not as kind on the eyes
Em G Em Am
Em G Em Bm Em G
As Arabella, oh
Em Am Em G Em Bm
As Arabella
Em G Em
Just might've tapped
Am Em G Em Bm
into your mind and soul
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
You can't be sure
Interlude 1
Em Am G Em Am G
Verse 2
Em
Arabella's got a seventies head
Am G
But she's a modern lover,
Em
it's an exploration,
Am
she's made of outer space
G Em
And her lips are like the galaxy's edge
Am G
And her kiss the color
Em Am G
of a constellation fallin' into place
Pre-Chorus 2
Em
My days end best
Am G
when the sunset gets itself
Em Am
Behind that little lady sittin'
G Em
on the passen ger side
Am
It's much less picturesque
G Em
without her catchin' the light
Am
The horizon tries
Chorus 2
but it's just not as kind on the eyes
Em G Em Am
Em G Em Bm Em G
As Arabella, oh
Em Am Em G Em Bm
As Arabella
Em G Em
Just might've tapped
Am Em G Em Bm
into your mind and soul
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
You can't be sure
Bridge 1
C Am
That's magic in a cheetah-print coat
Em
Just a slip underneath it I hope
G
Askin' if I can have one of those
C
Organic cigarettes that she smokes
Am
Wraps her lips 'round a Mexican Coke
C
Makes you wish that you were the bottle
D D#
Takes a sip of your soul and it sounds like
Solo 1
Em Em Em Em
Outro 1
Em G Em
Just might've tapped
Am Em G Em Bm
into your mind and soul
Em G Em Am Em G Em Bm
You can't be sure
Em
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
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
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might've 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 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
As Arabella, oh
As Arabella
Just might've 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
(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
Just might've tapped into your mind and soul
You can't be sure
From the album
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Arctic Monkeys · 2013 · Track 4