G Ingénue what have we done to you? C Under that soft skin G I hear a ticking The currency of being twenty-three It turns from gold to dust When you crest the wave of lust G 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 Em So take all you can D From the mouth of man Em And escape from this town C Before your sand runs out G 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? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em G |