Hollywood

	There she is on a lifeboat.
	There she is setting sail.
	There she is in someone else's dreams.
	There she is looking beautiful.
	There she is again.
	There she is in a mountain stream.
	Hollywood, wouldn't she?
	Hollywood.
	There she is in the kitchen.
	There she is out at sea.
	There she is enveloping me.
	She said she's just a mirror,
	Said she leads the way.
	Babble on and dooming me today.
	Hollywood, wouldn't she?
	Hollywood.
	The sun sighs,
	Wave upon wave.
	In the grass and dew
	I dance for you.
	Hollywood, wouldn't she?
	Hollywood.
	And in winter we shall ride in a pink carriage with blue cushions.
	That kiss ran down your neck like a little spider.
	We will find it,
	Though it is a great traveler.