*All the world’s a stage
And I’m the joke, I’m the game
I’m the level all the boys play
And I’m the one sobbing, saying I’m ok

Level two is to pursue
The sad and lonely me
The object is to win my heart
And then rip pieces of it away

The object comes with many tricks
Already programmed in
To look me in the eyes affectionately
Then tell me how you care

*All the world’s a stage
And I’m the joke, I’m the game
I’m the level all the boys play
And I’m the one sobbing, saying I’m ok

Then the clincher for the game
The romantically passionate kiss
To complete the task you hold me
And tell me that you’ll be by

Two weeks, four weeks
The passion fades away
Because after the kiss the player leaves
And I never hear from them again

All the world’s a stage…
All the world…
And I’m the game…
The game you’ll play…
All the world….