Little Arabella - 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