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.