He’s a very smart princeHe’s a prince who preparesKnowing this time I’d run from himHe spread pitch on the stairsAnd I’m caught unawaresWell it means that he caresThis is more than just maliceBetter stop and take stockWhile you’re standing here stuckOn the steps of the palaceAll right, what do you want?Have to make a decisionWhy not stay and be caught?Should I give that a thoughtWhat would be his response?But then what if he knewWho I am when I knowThat I’m not what he thinksThat he wants?And then what if I am?What a prince would envision?But then how can you knowWho you are till you knowWhat you want, which I don’t?So then which do you pickWhere you’re safe, out of sightAnd yourself, but where everything’s wrong?Or where everything’s rightBut you know that you’ll never belong?And whichever you pickDo it quick’Cause you’re starting to stickTo the steps of the palaceIt’s my first big decisionThe choice isn’t easy to makeTo arrive at a ballIs exciting and allOnce you’re there, though, it’s scaryAnd it’s fun to deceiveWhen you know you can leaveBut you have to be waryThere’s a lot that’s at stakeBut I’ve stalled long enough’Cause I’m still standing stuckIn the stuff on the stepsBetter run along homeAnd avoid the collisionEven though they don’t careI’ll be better out thereWhere there’s nothing to chooseSo there’s nothing to loseSo I pry up my shoesWithout thinking it throughThings don’t have to collideI know what my decision isWhich is not to decideI’ll just leave him a clueFor example, a shoeAnd then see what he’ll doNow it’s he and not youWho’ll be stuck with a shoeIn a stew, in the gooAnd I’ve learned something, tooSomething I never knewOn the steps of the palace