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Little Arabella - Original - The Nice
Little Arabella she's always out of her head
She lives in a daydream she never understands 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 comin' 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 comin' 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
