Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Lucky
This is the story about a girl named Lucky
Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock at the door
It's time for make-up, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
And 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 fall at night?
She's so lucky
She's so lucky
She's so lucky
[?] nothing missing from her life
Lost in an image, in a dream
There's no one there to wakе her up
And the world keeps spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tеll me what happens when it stops?
And they go
Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?
Yeah, 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?
Ooh
Yeah
Why, why why
Oh
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries
Isn't she, isn't she lovely
Oh yeah
Yeah
If there is nothing missing
Yeah, why
Do 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
I said
Why do these tears come
Why do these tears come at night
Isn't she lovely?