This is a story about a girl
named Lucky...

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on her door
It's time for makeup,
Perfect smile
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 nothing 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...

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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 lovely, this
Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does
she cry?
If there's nothing missing in
her life
Why do tears come at night?

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