Ingenue

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