This is a story about a girl named lucky

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the 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

 [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] 
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 godhere [bad word] #33;

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?

 [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