Once, you won't remember, if you said Hollywood,
Her's 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 fortune 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 the youth which cannot fade.
Madame's a living legend;
I've seen so many idols fall
She is the greatest star of all.
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