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 makeup, perfect smile  It's you they're all waiting for  They go:  "Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"  And they say:    CHORUS:  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:    Repeat CHORUS    "Best actress, and the winner is:Lucky!"  "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 tears come at night?