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?