stealing cinderella

i went to see her dad for a sit down man to man, wasn't any secret, i'd be asking for her hand, i guess that's why he left 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, runnin' through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin, dancin with her dad, lookin 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 somethin son?", i said "yeah, she's quite a woman", and he just stared at me, and i realized that in his eyes she would always be, playing cinderella, she was riding her first bike, bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight, runnin' through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin, dancin with her dad, lookin up at him, in her eyes i'm prince charming but to him i'm just some fellow, 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, she was riding her first bike, bouncing on the bed looking for a pillow fight, runnin' through the sprinkler 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 fellow, i'm the one who's stealing - cinderella