Lucky


This is a story about a girl named Lucky...


Early morning,

she wakes up

Knock, knock, knock

on the door

It&9s time for make up,

perfect smile

It&9s you they&9re all waiting for

They go...

"Isn&9t she lovely, this

Hollywood girl?"


And they say...

She&9s so lucky, she&9s a star

But she cry, cry, cries in her

lonely heart, thinking

If there&9s nothing missing

in my life

Then why do these tears come at

night?


Lost in an image (image),

in a dream

But there&9s 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&9t she lovely, this

Hollywood girl?"


"Best actress, and the

winner is...Lucky!"

"I&9m Roger Johnson for Pop

News standing outside the

arena waiting for Lucky!"

"Oh, my God...here

she comes!"


Isn&9t she lucky, 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?