The French inhaler he stamped and mailed her
Drugs and wine and flattering light
And you just can't concentrate and you always show up late
If you don't put yourself up for sale?
How're you going to get around in this sleazy bedroom town
Yes, I believe you are I thought you'd be a star
They'd all like to spend the night with you maybe I would, too
Your pretty face it looked so wasted
All these people with no home to go home to
But tell me how're you going to make your way in the world, woman
Another pretty face devastated
So I drank up all the money, yes I drank up all the money
When your fingers are slender and frail
You said you were an actress
Who's gonna know who you are?
We both came down with an acute case
When you weren't cut out for working?
You must try it again till you get it right
And your face looked like something
Death brought with him in his suitcase
Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles?
Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
With these phonies in this Hollywood bar
Loneliness and frustration
When the lights came up at two I caught a glimpse of you
