Lucky
This is a story about a girl named Lucky…
Early morningShe wakes upKnock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for make upPerfect smileIt's you 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 her lonely heart, thinking"If there is nothing missing in my lifeThen why do these tears come at night?"
Lost in an image, in a dreamBut there's no one there to wake her upAnd the world is spinning, and she keeps on winningBut 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 her lonely heart, thinking"If there is nothing missing in my lifeThen why do these tears come at night?"
Ay-ay-yeah-eh-eh-yeah
"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!"
Ay-ay-yeah-eh-eh-yeah
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky""Oh my god…here she comes!"
Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky,But why does she cry?If there's nothing missing in her lifeWhy do your 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 is nothing missing in my lifeThen why do these tears come at night?"
She's so luckyBut she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking"If there is nothing missing in my lifeThen why do these tears come at night?Then why do these tears come at night?"