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 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 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"