The Nice - Ars Longa Vita Brevis (2005) by The Nice (보컬) on maniadb.com

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.

Explain to you,
The girl who tells me that she knows herself.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Only really shallow people know themselves
It's true to say.

Everybody's playing happy Freud.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Your Capricorn is showing,
And the edge is getting frayed, frayed.

Here's to all those people
Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.)
They look into a mirror and
They know themselves. (They really know themselves.)
I will build them
A mirror they can see themselves
As other people see them!

Here's to all those people
Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.)
They look into a mirror and
They know themselves. (They really know themselves.)
I will build them
A mirror they can see themselves
As other people see them!

Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba!

Everybody's playing happy Freud.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Your Capricorn is showing,
And the edge is getting frayed.

Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba!

Everybody's playing happy Freud.
I say to you, (my girl,)
You don't know you, (my girl,)
Your Capricorn is showing,
And the edge is getting frayed.

Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba!
Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! (Say to you!)