Ingenue

Ingénue what have we done to you? Under that soft skin I hear a ticking The currency of being twenty-three It turns from gold to dust When you crest the wave of lust So take all you can From the mouth of man Ingénue framed like a cartoon The borders clear and defined The colors bold and bright You'll want to be taken more seriously But they just play a cue And it's such a hard thing to do So take all you can From the mouth of man And escape from this town Before your sand runs out Before your sand runs out Ingénue, what will become of you? When age's glacial pace Cuts valleys into your face The currency of being twenty-three It will remain the same Just by another name Oh, Ingénue What will you do? Oh, Ingénue What have we done to you?