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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.
