My days end best when the sunset gets itself behind
That little lady sitting 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


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
(Asking if) I can have one of those
(Organic) Cigarettes that she smokes
(Rubs her lips) Around a Mexican Coke
(Makеs you wish) That you were the bottlе
(Takes a sip) You can't be sure

You can't be sure