The Ingenue

She ain't real friendly for no good reason

Claims her life's been filled with treason

Says she's cursed by a toothless gypsy

Wonderin' why her life's so greasy

With doulbe blades she dulls her senses

Spiteful girl by all consensus

All her life it's been the same

Hell she don't even like her name

She longs to be the ingenue

To leading men tall dark and handsome

But now the play has passed her by... oh my

There's no exit

Oh no there's no way out at all

There's no exit

Jumped a train in Italy

On her way to gay Paris

Down in the Loire Valley

She got sho drunk she couldn't see

Stumblin' through a metro station

In a mood for conversation

Fortune teller read her palm

Told her that her time was gone

She longs to be the ingenue

To leading men tall dark and handsome

But now the play has passed her by... oh my

There's no exit

Oh no there's no way out at all

There's no exit

She used to model as a child

With Bardot's looks and Gigi's laughter

Enfant terrible creation

Of a sockless adman's mind

Played her first recital at the tender age of nine

Strains of Clare de Lune

Mater sipping wine

Pater in the garden gazing

At those ponies grazing

The spoils of a lonely child

She longs to be the ingenue

To leading men tall dark and handsome

Once just a jet-trash kid

Down at Les Halles

Her frequent trips to Nice

In Monaco she was always welcome

She was embraced by all society

Along the way she lost her charms

Now the play has passed her by