Arcadia

My body's a map of L.A.

I stand straight like an angel

With a halo

Hanging at the Hilton Hotel window

Screaming, "Hey, 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 with 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 finding my way to you

Arcadia

My body is a map of L.A.

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

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 finding my way to you

Arcadia

They built me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me down

So I'm leaving with nothing but laughter and this town

Arcadia

Finding 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