Once,
You won't remember
If you said Hollywood,
Hers was the face
You'd think of

Her face
On every billboard,
In just a single week
She'd get ten thousand letters

Men would offer
Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage
Or a few strands from her hair

Today
She's half forgotten,
But it's the pictures that got small
She is the greatest star of all

Then,
You can't imagine,
The way fans sacrificed themselves
To touch her shadow!

There was
A maharaja
Who hanged himself with one of her
Discarded stockings!

She's immortal,
Caught inside
That flickering light beam
Is a youth that cannot fade

Madame's
A living legend;
I've seen so many idols fall
She is the greatest star of all!