Lucky

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

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!

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 tears come at night?