This is a story about a girl named Lucky...
Early morning,
she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock
on the door
It's time for make up,
perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
They go...
'Isn't she lovely, this
Hollywood girl?'
CHORUS
And they say...
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her
lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing
in my life
Then why do these tears come at
night?
Lost in an image (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?'
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'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 lucky, this
Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does
she cry?
If there is nothing missing in
her life
Why do tears come at night?
CHORUS-repeat
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