| G | D | A | |
| well she was pr | ecious like a fl | ower |
| G | D | A | |
| she grew wi | ld, w | ild but innoc | ent |
| G | D | A | |
| a | perfect pra | yer in a desperate | hour |
| G | D | A | |
| she was eve | rything bea | utiful and diff | erent |
| G | D | A | |
| stupid boy | .. | . y | ou can't fence that in |
| G | D | A | |
| stupid bo | y... i | t's like ho | ldin' back the wind |
| chorus: |
| G | D | A | |
| she la | id her heart and s | oul right in your han | ds |
| G | D | A | |
| and you sto | le her every d | ream and you crushed her | plans |
| G | D | |
| she never ev | en knew she h | ad a choice |
| Bm | A | G | |
| and th | at's what happens w | hen the only voi | ce |
| D | A | |
| she hears is tel | ling her s | he can't |
| G | D | A | |
| stup | id b | oy |
| stupid boy |
| so what makes you think you could take a life |
| and just push it, push it around |
| i guess to build yourself up so high |
| you had to take her and break her down |
| well... |
| **chorus** |
| G | D | |
| you stupid bo | y |
| A | |
| y | ou always had to be right |
| G | D | A | |
| and now you l | ost the only t | hing that ever m | ade you feel |
| alive |
| **chorus** |
| you stupid boy |
| oh, i'm the same old, same old stupid boy |
| G | D | A | |
| it took a w | hile for her to figure | out she could run |
| G | D | A | |
| but when she | did, | she was lo | ng gone, long gone |