She's history, no one would give her a star on the wall
She'd have a hundred of pillows to talk, where have I seen her before?
She's the face on the cutting room floor
It's no mystery, acting in school at the tenderest stage
Lit up that room when she stepped on stage, came to L.A. for some more
She's the face on the cutting room floor
She has visions of contracts and thousands of people in line to see her
Knocking on door after door after all of this time, she's not sure
Up in Hollywood, stayed with an agent she met in a bar
Laughed when he told her he'd make her a star
Where had she heard that before?
She's the face on the cutting room floor
One night he told her that she'd never get anywhere in her clothes
That's what it takes to play movie lamb, musical chairs, now she knows
Goodbye Hollywood, leaving tonight on the 2.30 a.m.
Sunrise or sunset she won't be around
They'll replace her with so many more
She's the face on the cutting room floor
Poor little face on the cutting room floor
Face on the cutting room floor