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
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