My body is a map of l.AI stand straight like an angel, with a haloHanging out the hilton hotel windowsScreaming, hey, baby, let’s goMy chest, the sierra madreMy hips, every high and byway that youTrace with your fingertips like a toyotaRun your hands over me like a land roverHmmm.. hmmm.. hmm..Hmmm.. hmmm.. hmm..In arcadia, arcadiaAll roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteriesThat pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of meAmerica, americaI can’t sleep at home tonight, send me a hilton hotelOr a cross on the hill, I’m a lost little girlFinding my way to yaArcadiaMy body is a map of l.AAnd my heart is like paper, I hate yaI’m not from the land of the palmsSo I know I can’t stay here
I’m not native, butMy curves, san gabriel all dayAnd my lips like the fire licks the bayIf you think that you know yourself, you can come overLay your hands on me like you’re a land roverIn arcadia, arcadiaAll roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteriesThat get the blood flowing straight to the heart of meAmerica, I need a miracleI can’t sleep at home tonight, send me a hilton hotelOr a cross on the hill, I’m a lost little girlFinding my way to yaArcadiaThey built me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me downSo I’m leaving with nothing but laughterAnd this town, arcadiaFinding my way to yaI’m leaving them as I was, five foot eightWestern bound, plus the hate that they gaveBy the way, thanks for that, on the way, I’ll pray for yaBut you’ll need a miracleAmerica