Arcadia Testo

My body is a map of L.A
I stand straight like an angel, with a halo
Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel windows
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 sent me at Hilton Hotel
I cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl
Findin' 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
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 sent me at Hilton Hotel
I cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl
Findin' my way to you
Arcadia

They built me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me down
So I'm leavin' with nothing but laughter and discount
I came here
Findin' my way to you
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
'Cause you need a miracle
America