The French Inhaler

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

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