jueves, 5 de agosto de 2010

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… She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in her life
Then why do these tears come at night ?

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