Trying to make your mark in society
You're using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all them high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearing girl are causing pulic scenes
I'm not your Stepping Stone
Not your Stepping Stone
When I first met you girl you'd tell me you had no shoes
But now you're walking round like front page news
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of who's who