Early morning,
she 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 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'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?