Face on the Cutting Room Floor

She is history,
No one will give her a star on the walk,
She'd have a hundred if pillows could talk,
Where have I seen her before?
She's the face on the cutting room floor.

Life's no mystery,
Acting in school at the tenderest age,
Lit up the room when she walked on the stage,
Came to L.A. for some more,
Little face on the cutting room floor.

And she had visions of contracts
And thousands of people in line... to see her.
Knockin' on door after door after all of this time,
She's not sure.

Up in Hollywood,
Signed 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?
Little face on the cutting room floor.

One night he told her she'd never get anywhere
In her clothes.
He said,'That's what it takes to play movieland musical chairs',
So now she knows.

Goodbye Hollywood,
Leavin'tonight on the 2:30 'Hound,
Sunrise on Sunset she won't be around,
I guess that settles the score.
And they'll replace her with two or three more,
She's the face on the cutting room floor.