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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