Stealing Cinderella

I came to see her daddy
 For a sit down man to man
 It wasn't any secret
 I'd be asking for her hand
 I guess that's why he 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 fella
 Riding in and stealing Cinderella
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 I leaned in towards those pictures
 To get a better look at one
 When I heard a voice behind me saying
 "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 fella
 Riding in and stealing Cinderella
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 Oh, 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
 She was playing Cinderella
 Riding her first bike
 Bouncing on the bed
 And looking for a pillow fight
 Running through the sprinklers
 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