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How're you going to make your way in the world, woman

 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 light

 You must try it again till you get it right

Maybe you'll end 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 going to 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 with him 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"

by jltc008