I came to see her dad for sit down man to man
It wasn't any secret, I'd be asking for her hand
I guess that's why he left me
Waiting in the living room by myself
With at least a dozen pictures
Of her sitting on a shelf
She was playing Cinderella
She was riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking
For a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler
With a big Popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes I'm Prince Charming
But to him I'm just some fellow
Riding in and stealing Cinderella
I leaned in towards those pictures
To get a better look at one
When I heard a voice behind me say
"Now, ain't she something, son?"
I said "Yes, she quite a woman"
And he just stared at me
Then I realized that in his eyes
She would always be . . .
Playing Cinderella
Riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking
For a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler
With a big Popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes I’m Prince Charming
But to him I'm just some fellow
Riding in and stealing Cinderella
He slapped me on the shoulder
Then he called her in the room
When she threw her arms around him
That's when I could see it, too
Playing Cinderella
Riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking
For a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler
With a big Popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
If he gives me a hard time
I can't blame the fella
I'm the one who's stealing Cinderella . . .
~ Stealing Cinderella ~ 
