Tom: G
Introdução:
Bb Dm
My body is a map of L.A
Gm
I stand straight like an angel, with a halo
Bb Dm
Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel window
Gm
Screamin', "Heyo, baby, let's go"
Eb Bb F
My chest, the Sierra Madre
Eb Bb 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
Bb F
In Arcadia, Arcadia
Gm
All roads that lead to you
As integral to me as arteries
Eb Bb
That pump the blood that flows
Cm F A°
Straight to the heart of me
Bb Dm
America, America
Gm
I can't sleep at home tonight
F Eb Bb
Send me a Hilton Hotel
Cm Bb
Or a cross on the hill
F
I'm a lost little girl
Bb
Findin' my way to ya
Dm
Arcadia
Bb Dm
My body is a map of L.A
Gm
And my heart is like paper, I hate ya
Bb Dm
I'm not from the land of the palms
Gm
So I know I can't stay here
I'm not native, but
Eb Bb F
My curves, San Gabriel all day
Eb Bb F
And my lips like the fire licks the bay
Cm
If you think that you know yourself
F
You can come over
Cm F
Lay your hands on me like you're a Land Rover
Bb F
In Arcadia, Arcadia
Gm
All roads that lead to you
As integral to me as arteries
Eb Bb
That pump the blood that flows
Cm F
Straight to the heart of me
Bb Dm
America, America
Gm
I can't sleep at home tonight
F Eb Bb
Send me a Hilton Hotel
Cm Bb
Or a cross on the hill
F
I'm a lost little girl
Bb
Findin' my way to ya
Dm
Arcadia
Gm
They built me up three hundred
F Eb Bb
Feet tall just to tear me down
Eb Bb Cm
So I'm leavin' with nothing but laughter
F
And this town
Bb
Arcadia
Dm
Findin' my way to ya
Gm
I'm leavin' them as I was
F
Five foot eight
Eb Bb Cm
Western bound, plus the hate that they gave
Bb Cm
By the way, thanks for that
F Bb
On the way, I'll pray for ya
Dm
But you'll need a miracle
A° Bb
America