paroles de chanson The French Inhaler - Warren Zevon
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"
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