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,

 [bad word] 
 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,

 [bad word] 

 "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?