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's get ten thousand letters Men would offer
Fortunes for a bloom from her corsage
Or a few strands of 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
How fans would sacrifice themselves to touch her shadow
There was a maharajah
Who hanged himself with one of her discarded stockings She's immortal
Caught inside that flickering light beam
Is a youth which cannot fade Madame's a living legend;
I've seen so many idols fall
She is the greatest star of all