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… 

"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… 

["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] #33;"] 

Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl? 
She is so lucky, but why does she cry? 
If there is nothing missing in her life 
Why do [bad word] at night? 
and they say, 
She's so lucky, she's a star 
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinkin' 
'If there's nothing missing in my life 
Then why do these [bad word] at night?'