Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Arabella, artist - The Nice. Album song Live at the Fillmore East December 1969, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Little Arabella |
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 |