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] 
"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?