My body is a map of LA I stand straight like an angel
With a halo Hanging at the hymn hotel window
Screaming hey-o 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 hymn 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 LA And my heart is like paper
I hate
ya I'm not from the land of the palm
So I know I can't stay
here I'm not native
My girl sang 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 hymn hotel or a cross on the hill
I'm a lost little girl finding my way to you
Arcadia They build me up 300 feet so just to tear
me down So I'm leaving with nothing but laughter
in this town Arcadia
Finding my way to you
I'm leaving them as I was 5 foot 8 Westbound blood to hate that
they gave by the way Thanks for that on the way I pray for ya
But you'll need a miracle America
You