I stand straight like an angel with a halo Hangin′ out the Hilton Hotel window, screamin' "Hey, 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 L.A.
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