Warren Zevon - The French Inhaler lyrics

Album: Learning To Flinch (1993)

How´re you gonna make your way in the world
When you weren´t cut out for working
When your fingers are slender & frail
How´re you gonna get around
In this sleazy bedroom town
If you do not put yourself up for sale

Where will you go with your scarves & your miracles
Who has going to know who you´re
Drugs & wine & flattering lights
You must try again until you get it right
Maybe you will wind up with someone different every night

All these people with no home to go home to
They would all like to spend the night with you
Maybe I´d, 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 can not concentrate
And you always show up late

You said you were an actress
Yes, I believe you´re
I thought you would 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 & 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 smth death brought in his suitcase

Your Pretty Face
It looked so wasted
Another pretty face
Devastated
The French Inhaler
He stamped & mailed her
"So long, Norman"
She said, "So long, Norman"

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