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The Nice - Little Arabella songtekst

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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 does she say?)
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 her way into bed
Her 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
Another catch she is a

Little Arabella
She giggles her way into bed
Her 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? 
Of course you have!
Let me out of here! 
Sitting right next to you
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Keith Emerson, Lee Jackson (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Immediate

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2009

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Best Of The Nice (2007) , Nice Hits Nice Bits (2000) , The Long Versions (2000) , Greatest Hits (1988) , Intermezzo (1989) , America - The BBC Sessions (1996) , The Immediate Years (1995) , Ars Longa Vita Brevis (1968)

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