Song Description

High maintenance babe - gotta gp!

Lyrics

5th Avenue Ingénue (Greg Hammen & Ward Ralston)

Strolling hand-in-hand
Your arm is like a rubber band
You march ahead to seek a better place to be.

Wrapped in your designer clothes
Drawn to where the money flows.
Paradise, oh, the merchandise.

Authorize without regard
Each swipe of the credit card.
My ingénue on Fifth Avenue.

Is it any wonder?
That our ship is going under?
When gold?s the only treasure
To bring you any kind of pleasure.

You look at me as if to say
Why don?t I look at you the way
That lovers do ? give it all to you.

You?ve shown me all I need to see;
Your heart ain?t where it oughta? be.
I know it?s true, I?m not part of you.

So when it comes to push and shove,
Apart?s only way to love
My ingénue on Fifth Avenue.

You do what you have to.
While I?m trying to forget you.
Live the life you want to
With anybody who will have you.

Oh, just to have you in my arms is not enough
You?re not there; you don?t share
And worst of all, I know you do not care.
And that is why I bid you adieu my ingénue.



Copyright 2003 Hammen & Ralston