Little Arabella
(专辑: Ars Longa Vita Brevis - 1968)
Little Arabella, she's always out of her head, out of her head She lives in a
daydream, she never understands what she said, what she said She carries a
flower, long after everyone said it's dead And if you see her, you'll never believe her head Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed A
skirt around her ankles, smoke coming out of her head She wakes in the
morning, looks and there's nobody in her bed And if you meet her, you'll never believe her head Talks in riddles, talks in rhymes She reads the
stars and looks for signs She is a
problem of the
times I'm rather glad she isn't mine Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed A
skirt around her ankles, smoke coming out of her head She wakes in the
morning, looks and there's nobody to be found And if you meet her, you're sure to be her next ground Arabella, that's Arabella Arabella out of her head Arabella out of her head Arabella out of her head Arabella out of her head Have you ever met a
bird quite like little Arabella? Course you have, she's sitting right next to you