Arabella.

"It's an exploration, she's made of outer space
And her lips are like the galaxy's edge
And her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place"

Alex Turner of the Arctic Monkeys may be a lyrical genius.
I hope one day to stumble upon him in a small dive in Brooklyn.
We'll share a moment with scotch and maybe a smoke.
I'll get a closer look and perhaps my eyes will tell him off.