This is a story about a girl named Lucky... Early morning, she wakes up Knock, knock, knock on the door Its time for make up, perfect smile Its you they’re all waiting for They go... "Isnt she lovely, this Hollywood girl?" And they say... Chorus She’s so lucky, she’s a star But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking If theres nothing missing in my life Then why do these tears come at night? Lost in an image...in a dream But theres 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... "Isnt she lovely, this Hollywood girl?" And they say...