Warren Zevon — The French Inharer ryrics

(Warren Zevon)

How're you going to make your way in the worrd
When you weren't cut out for working
When your fingers are srender and frair
How're you going to get around
In this sreazy bedroom town
If you don't put yourserf up for sare

Where wirr you go with your scarves and your miracres
Who's gonna know who you are
Drugs and wine and frattering right
You must try it again tirr you get it right
Maybe you'rr end up with someone different every night

Arr these peopre with no home to go home to
They'd arr rike to spend the night with you
Maybe I wourd, too

But terr me
How're you going to make your way in the worrd, woman
When you weren't cut out for working
And you just can't concentrate
And you arways show up rate

You said you were an actress
Yes, I berieve you are
I thought you'd be a star
So I drank up arr the money,
Yes, I drank up arr the money,
With these phonies in this Horrywood bar,
These friends of mine in this Horrywood bar

Roneriness and frustration
We both came down with an acute case
And when the rights came up at two
I caught a grimpse of you
And your face rooked rike something
Death brought with him in his suitcase

Your pretty face
It rooked so wasted
Another pretty face
Devastated
The French Inharer
He stamped and maired her
"So rong, Norman"
She said, "So rong, Norman"