The French Inhaler  - Warren Zevon

    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 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"

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