Capo 3
My [G]body is a map of L.[Bm]A. I stand straight like an [Em]angel, with a halo
[G]Hangin' out the Hilton Ho[Bm]tel window screamin', "[Em]Heyo, baby, let's go"
[C]My chest, the Si[G]erra Ma[D]dre [C]My hips, every [G]high and by[D]way
That you [Am]trace with your fingertips [D]like a Toyota
[D]Run your hands over me [D]like a Land Rover in Arcadi[G]a, Arcadi[D]a
All roads that lead [Em]to you as integral to me as arteries
[C]That pump the [G]blood that flows [Am]straight to the [D]heart of me
Ameri[G]ca, A[D]merica I can't sleep at [Em]home tonight, [D]send me a [C]Hilton Ho[G]tel
Or a [Am]cross on the [G]hill, I'm a [D]lost little girl findin' my way to [G]ya Ar[G]cadia
My [G]body is a map of L.[Bm]A. and my heart is like [Em]paper, I hate ya
I'm [G]not from the land of the [Bm]palms, so I know I can't [Em]stay here I'm not native, but
[C]My curves, San Ga[G]briel all [D]day And my [C]lips like the [G]fire licks the [D]bay
[Am]If you think that you know yourself, [D]you can come over
[Am]Lay your hands on me like [D]you're a Land Rover In Ar[G]cadia, Ar[D]cadia
All roads that lead [Em]to you as integral to me as arteries
[C]That pump the [G]blood that flows [Am]straight to the [D]heart of me
Ameri[G]ca, A[D]merica I can't sleep at [Em]home tonight, [D]send me a [C]Hilton Ho[G]tel
Or a [Am]cross on the [G]hill, I'm a [D]lost little girl findin' my way to [G]ya Ar[G]cadia
They built me up [Em]three hundred [D]feet tall just [C]to tear me [G]down
So I'm [C]leavin' with [G]nothing but [Am]laughter, and [D]this town Ar[G]cadia
Findin' my way to [Bm]ya I'm leavin' them as [Em]I was, [D]five foot eight
[C]Western bound, [G]plus the hate [Am]that they gave
[G]By the way, [Am]thanks for that, [D]on the way, I'll [G]pray for ya
But you'll need a mira[Bm]cle Ameri[D]ca [G]
[G]Hangin' out the Hilton Ho[Bm]tel window screamin', "[Em]Heyo, baby, let's go"
[C]My chest, the Si[G]erra Ma[D]dre [C]My hips, every [G]high and by[D]way
That you [Am]trace with your fingertips [D]like a Toyota
[D]Run your hands over me [D]like a Land Rover in Arcadi[G]a, Arcadi[D]a
All roads that lead [Em]to you as integral to me as arteries
[C]That pump the [G]blood that flows [Am]straight to the [D]heart of me
Ameri[G]ca, A[D]merica I can't sleep at [Em]home tonight, [D]send me a [C]Hilton Ho[G]tel
Or a [Am]cross on the [G]hill, I'm a [D]lost little girl findin' my way to [G]ya Ar[G]cadia
My [G]body is a map of L.[Bm]A. and my heart is like [Em]paper, I hate ya
I'm [G]not from the land of the [Bm]palms, so I know I can't [Em]stay here I'm not native, but
[C]My curves, San Ga[G]briel all [D]day And my [C]lips like the [G]fire licks the [D]bay
[Am]If you think that you know yourself, [D]you can come over
[Am]Lay your hands on me like [D]you're a Land Rover In Ar[G]cadia, Ar[D]cadia
All roads that lead [Em]to you as integral to me as arteries
[C]That pump the [G]blood that flows [Am]straight to the [D]heart of me
Ameri[G]ca, A[D]merica I can't sleep at [Em]home tonight, [D]send me a [C]Hilton Ho[G]tel
Or a [Am]cross on the [G]hill, I'm a [D]lost little girl findin' my way to [G]ya Ar[G]cadia
They built me up [Em]three hundred [D]feet tall just [C]to tear me [G]down
So I'm [C]leavin' with [G]nothing but [Am]laughter, and [D]this town Ar[G]cadia
Findin' my way to [Bm]ya I'm leavin' them as [Em]I was, [D]five foot eight
[C]Western bound, [G]plus the hate [Am]that they gave
[G]By the way, [Am]thanks for that, [D]on the way, I'll [G]pray for ya
But you'll need a mira[Bm]cle Ameri[D]ca [G]
