My body is a map of L.A.
I stand straight like an angel
With a halo
Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel window
Screamin' Heyo baby let's go
My chest the Sierra Madre
My hips every high and byway
That you trace with your
Fingertips like a Toyota
Run your hands over me
Like a Land Rover
In Arcadia Arcadia
All roads that lead to you
As integral to me as arteries
That pump the blood
That flows straight
To the heart of me
America America
I can't sleep at home tonight
Send me a Hilton Hotel
Or a cross on the hill
I'm a lost little girl
Findin' my way to ya
Arcadia
My body is a map of L.A.
And my heart is like paper
I hate ya
I'm not from the land of the palms
So I know I can't stay here
I'm not native but
My curves San Gabriel all day
And my lips like
The fire licks the bay
If you think
That you know yourself
You can come over
Lay your hands on me like
You're a Land Rover
In Arcadia Arcadia
All roads that lead to you
As integral to me as arteries
That get the blood flowing
Straight to the heart of me
America I need a miracle
I can't sleep at home tonight
Send me a Hilton Hotel
Or a cross on the hill
I'm a lost little girl
Findin' my way to ya
Arcadia
They built me up
Three hundred feet tall
Just to tear me down
So I'm leavin' with nothing
But laughter and this town
Arcadia
Findin' my way to ya
I'm leavin' them as I was
Five foot eight
Western bound
Plus the hate that they gave
By the way thanks for that
On the way
I'll pray for ya
But you'll need a miracle
America