How're you going to make your way in the world
When you weren't cut out for working
When your fingers are slender and frail
How're you going to get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourself up for sale
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
Who's gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and flattering lights
You must try it again till you get it right
Maybe you'll wind up with someone different every night
All these people with no home to go home to
They'd all like to spend the night with you
Maybe I would too
But tell me
How're you gonna make your way in the world, woman
When you weren't cut out for working
And you just can't concentrate
And you always show up late
You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you are
I thought you'd be a star
So I drank up all the money
Yes, I drank up all the money
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
Loneliness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your face looked like something death brought in his suitcase
Your pretty face it looked so wasted
Another pretty face devastated
The French Inhaler
He stamped and mailed her
"So long, Norman"
She said, "So long, Norman"
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