This is a story about a boy named Lucky
Early morning, he 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 he lovely, this Hollywood boy?
And they say
He's so lucky, he'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?
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 he lovely, this Hollywood boy?
And they say
He's so lucky, he'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?
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 he comes
Isn't he lucky, this Hollywood girl?
He is so lucky, but why does he cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?
And they say
He's so lucky, He's a star
But he cry, cry
Cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
He's so luck
He cry, cry
Cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
