Arcadia - Lana Del Rey

My body is a map of LA

I stand straight like an angel with a halo

Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel window

Screamin', "Hey, you, 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 you, 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

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 you, 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 you

I'm leavin' them as I was, five-foot-eight, Western belt

Plus the hate that they gave

By the way, thanks for that, on the way, I'll pray for you

But you'll need a miracle, America