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