You did your best to warn her, she backed you in the corner And she triend to make you say what she wanted to hear She's a fool, it's true, but the bigger fool is you When you pretend to be a cripple but you're bound by fear 'cause Grown women still play with dolls And they bend in ways they shouldn't move And when your arms break off, something else breaks And you say "Stephanie, you can't keep pushing me, And I know I can't get back the years you stole from me... Oh, Stephanie, why won't you look at me?" It was quarter to four, and on the 21st floor, there were ten grown men spitting off the railing And it wasnt much fun, nobody won And in the end somebody got spit on Boys forever have toys and games And when they lose, they start looking for somebody to blame And when their homes break up, something else breaks And they say "Stephanie, you can't keep pushing me, And I know I can't get back the years you stole from me... Oh, Stephanie, why won't you look at me?"