He’s a ver y smart prince.

He’s a prince who pre pares.

Know ing this time I’d run from him,

He spread pitch on the stairs.

And I’m caught un a wares.

Well, it means that he cares—

This is more than just mal ice.

Bet ter stop and take stock While you’re stand ing here stuck On the steps of the pal ace.

All right, what do you want?

Have to make a de ci sion.

Why not stay and be caught?

Should I give that a thought, What would be his re sponse?

But then what if he knew Who I am when I know That I’m not what he thinks That he wants?

Or then what if I am

What a prince would en vi sion?

But then how can you know Who you are till you know What you want, which I don’t?

So then, which do you pick: Where you’re safe, out of sight, And your self, but where ev ’ry thing’s wrong?

Or where ev ’ry thing’s right But you know that you’ll nev er be long?

And which ev er you pick, Do it quick, ’Cause you’re start ing to stick To the steps of the pal ace.

It’s my first big de ci sion.

The choice is n’t ea sy to make.

To ar rive at a ball Is ex cit ing and all— Once you’re there, though, it’s scar y.

And it’s fun to de ceive When you know you can leave, But you have to be war y.

There’s a lot that’s at stake, But I’ve stalled long e nough, ’Cause I’m still stand ing stuck In the stuff on the steps...

Bet ter run a long home

And a void the col li sion.

Though at home they don’t care, I’ll be bet ter off there Where there’s noth ing to choose, So there’s noth ing to lose.

So I’ll pry up my shoes.

Wait, though, think ing it through,

Things don’t have to col lide—

I know what my de ci sion is, Which is not to de cide.

I’ll just leave him a clue:

For ex am ple, a shoe.

And then see what he’ll do.

Now it’s he and not you Who’ll be stuck with a shoe, In a stew,

In the goo,

And I’ve learned some thing, too, Some thing I nev er knew,

On the steps of the pal ace!