On The Steps Of The Palace

He's a very smart prince
 He's a prince who prepares
 Knowing this time I'd run from him
 He spread pitch on the stairs
 I was caught unawares
 And I thought, well he cares
 This is more than just malice
 Better stop and take stock while you're standing here stuck on the steps of the palace
 You think, what do you want?
 You think, make a decision
 Why not stay and be caught?
 You think well, it's a thought, what would be his response?
 But then what if he knew who you were when you know that you're not what he thinks that he wants?
 And then what if you are
 What a Prince would envision
 Although how can you know who you are till you know what you want, which you don't? So then which do you pick: where you're safe and out of sight, and yourself, but where ev'rything's wrong
 Or where ev'rything's right and you know that you'll never belong?
 And which ever you pick, do it quick, 'cause you're starting to stick to the steps of the palace
 It's your first big decision
 The choice isn't easy to make
 To arrive at a Ball is exciting and all Once you're there, though, it's scary
 And it's fun to decieve when you know you can leave, but you have to be wary
 There's a lot that's at stake, but you've stalled long enough 'cause you're still standing stuck in the stuff on the steps...
 Better run along home
 And avoid the collision
 Even though they don't care, you'll be better off there where there's nothing to choose, so there's nothing to lose
 So you pry up your shoes
 Then from out of the blue
 And without any guide
 You know what your decision is
 Which is not to decide
 You'll just leave him a clue
 For example, a shoe
 And then see what he'll do
 Now it's he and not you who is stuck with a shoe,
 In a stew,
 In the goo,
 And you've learned something, too,
 Something you never knew,
 On the steps of the palace