Springtime, and the acacias are blooming 
 Southern California will see one more day 
 Dreamland, and bus'ness is booming, 
 The birds are a singing as I drift away 
 
 She looks another year older, 
 From too many lovers who used her and ran 
 But some nights, oh, she looks like an angel 
 And she's always willing to hold you again 
 
 So give her this dance, 
 She can't be forsaken 
 Learn how to love her with all of her faults 
 
 She gave more than she's taken, 
 And I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz 
 
 Springtime and the lady is grieving 
 The lovers just stand there with nothing to say 
 They got what they wanted, 
 They're packing and leaving 
 To look for another to love the same way 
 
 So give her this dance, 
 She can't be forsaken 
 Learn how to love her 
 With all of her faults 
 She gave more than she's taken 
 And I'll go down doing the Hollywood Waltz 
 The Hollywood Waltz
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