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 tears come at night?"

A spitting 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?

Baby, 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 tears come at night?"

Award Presenter - (Best Actress...and the winner is...Lucky!)
Reporter - (I m Roger Johnson from 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 her lonely heart thinking,
"If there s nothing missing in my life,
Then why do these tears come at night?"
She s so lucky,
But she cry-cry-cries in her lonely heart thinking,
"If there s nothing missing in my life,
Then why do these tears come at night?"