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 kept me waiting

In the livin' room by myself

With at least a dozen pictures of her

Sittin' on a shelf

She was playing Cinderella

She was ridin' her first bike

Bouncing on the bed

And, looking for a pillow fight

Running through the sprinkler

With a big popsicle-grin

Dancin' with her dad

Looking up at him

In her eyes, I'm Prince Charming

But to him I'm just some fella

Ridin' in and stealin' 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 somethin', son?"

I said, "Yes, she's quite a woman"

And, he just stared at me

And, I realized that in his eyes

She would always be

Playing Cinderella

Ridin' her first bike

Bouncin' 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

Ridin' in and stealing Cinderella

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

Ridin' her first bike

Bouncing on the bed

And, looking for a pillow fight

Running through the sprinklers

With a big popsicle-grin

Dancin' with her dad

Lookin' up at him

If he gives me a hard time

I can't blame the fella

I'm the one who's stealing Cinderella