Lucky

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 who 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 the lonely park, thinking
"If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come 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 the lonely park, thinking
"If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?"

And the winner is... Lucky!
I'm Rodney Johnson for Pop News, standing
Outside the arena waiting for Lucky
Oh my God, here she comes!

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 tears come at night?

And they say
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in the lonely park, thinking
"If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?"
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in the lonely park, thinking
"If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?"