The Ingenue Lyrics

-- Paul Barrere, Bill Payne, Fred Tackett, Craig Fuller 

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