How're you going to make your way in the world, woman   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 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"   (kiss)