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.