arly morning, she
knock, knock, knock on the door.
It's time for makeup, perfect smile.
It's you they're all waiting for.
Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood
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
But tell me what happens when it stops?
Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl