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"