Once, you won't rememberIf you said Hollywood, hers was the face you'd think ofHer face on every billboardIn just a single week, she's get ten thousand lettersMen would offerFortunes for a bloom from her corsageOr a few strands of her hairToday, she's half-forgottenBut it's the pictures that got smallShe is the greatest star of allThen, you can't imagineHow fans would sacrifice themselves to touch her shadowThere was a maharajahWho hanged himself with one of her discarded stockingsShe's immortalCaught inside that flickering light beamIs a youth which cannot fadeMadame's a living legend;I've seen so many idols fallShe is the greatest star of all