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 make up
Perfect smile
It'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 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 her lonely heart, thinking
"If there is nothing missing in my life
Then 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 life
Why 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 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 is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
Then why do these tears come at night?"
