“This is a story about a girl named Lucky…”

Early morning, she wakes up,
Knock, knock, knock on the door
A test to make a perfect score,
It’s you they’re all waiting for. They go,

Isn’t she money, this Ivy League girl?
And they say she’s so lucky, she’s so smart
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinkin’
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 Ivy League girl?
And they say she’s so lucky, she’ll go far
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart thinkin’
If there’s nothing missing in my life, then
Why do these tears come at night?

(Reporter)
“This is Cort VanOstran standing outside Harvard Yard
Waiting for the newest member of Phi Beta Kappa: Lucky!
Oh my gosh, here she comes!”

Isn’t she lovely, this Ivy League girl?

She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there is nothing missing in her life,
Why do tears come at night?

And they say she lacks one thing in her heart, it’s the
Peace of God that won’t depart thinkin’
If that one thing is missing in my life, then
That’s why these tears come at night.

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