A# Dm My body is a map of L.A. Gm I stand straight like an angel, with a halo A# Dm Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel window Gm Screamin', "Heyo, baby, let's go" D# A# F My chest, the Sierra Madre D# A# F My hips, every high and byway Cm F That you trace with your fingertips like a Toyota Cm F Run your hands over me like a Land Rover Chorus: A# F In Arcadia, Arcadia Gm All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries D# A# Cm F That pump the blood that flows straight to the heart of me A# Dm America, America Gm F D# A# I can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel Cm A# F Or a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl A# Findin' my way to ya Dm Arcadia My body is a map of LA And my heart is like paper, I hate you 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 Chorus Gm F D# A# They built me up three hundred feet tall just to tear me down D# A# Cm F So I'm leavin' with nothing but laughter, and this town A# Arcadia Dm Findin' my way to ya Gm F I'm leavin' them as I was, five foot eight D# A# Cm Western bound, plus the hate that they gave A# Cm F A# By the way, thanks for that, on the way, I'll pray for ya Dm But you'll need a miracle Adim7 A# America | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# Adim7 Cm Dm D# F Gm |