| Song | The French Inhaler |
| Artist | Warren Zevon |
| Album | Genius The Best Of Warren Zevon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 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 | |
| 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 |