This is a story about a girl named lucky…
Early morning, she wakes up
and theresz Knock, knock, knock on the door
It’s time for makeup, Perfect smile
and It’s you they’re all waiting for
They go…
Isn’t she lovely, this Hollywood girl?
And they say…
She’s so lucky, she’s a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there’s nothin’ missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
Lost in an image, in a dream
But there’s no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me, what happens when it stops?
They go…
Isn’t she lovely, this Hollywood girl?
And they say…
She’s so lucky, she’s a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there’s nothin’ missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
“Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!”
“I’m Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky!”
“Oh, my God…here she comes!”
Isn’t she lovely, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there is nothin’ missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?
She’s so lucky, she’s a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there’s nothin’ missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night
