Before You Leave This Stage (Part 2)

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MOTHER: Holla, son! Thy friend is here!
STEVE: Ay, just one moment to stir!
'What kind of morrow is this?
Can't I just sleep in pure bliss?'

STEVE: What mar you here my friend?
LUCY: I just want to acquaint thee with my withal
STEVE: Tell me with such seriousness or you, I'll end
LUCY: Petrified, should I be? Nah, I'm sure thy eyes will shine like a crystal

STEVE: Ay, ay. acquaint me then
LUCY: Bella Vermilion opens an audition
STEVE: So what will I do then?
LUCY: My friend, I have no time for altercation

STEVE: Hayst. You know my love for her is so small
LUCY: Ay, I do know, but this is your chance to be tall
STEVE: I'm now in a fog. Enlighten me with this small and tall
LUCY: I know thee love to help thy mother so will you let go such call?

STEVE: I'm aware of that, but it will just waste my time
LUCY: How come my friend?
STEVE: Well, I'm sure there are lots of people who are good in sports out there. It will just lead me to no fine
LUCY: My friend, I prithee will see thy own good. Just because there are lots of people who are good in sports out there you'll just mourn then end!

Ay, she has a point
But what if I just break a joint?
Hayst, I am lost
Wait! The reward, what is the cost?

STEVE: Acquaint me with the cost of the reward
LUCY: Hmm, a million, it will be
STEVE: What?! Is it that hard?
LUCY: Steve, my knowledge is not a sea

I guess it's worth a shot
But I need to be cool not hot
Impression is significant
So I need to be less extravagant

STEVE: Guess I'm in
LUCY: Yes! I prithee win!
STEVE: Just help me to find my clothes
LUCY: Ay! This part is my coke!

I pray I'll win
'Cause my mother needs this
But first, I need to learn how to lean
Lean to Bella, to grant my wish

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