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 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 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