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? 
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  [bad word] 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 nothing 
Missing in my life 
Then why do these  [bad word] 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 [bad word]  

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl? 

She is so lucky, but why does she cry? 
If there's nothing missing in her life 
Why do [bad word] at night? 

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  [bad word] at night