On The Steps Of The Palace

[Cinderella]
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, out of sight
And yourself, but where everything’s wrong?
Or where everything’s right
And you know that you’ll never belong?

And whichever 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 deceive
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 of 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 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