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