I went to see her dad for a sit down man to man
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Wasn't any secret, I'd be asking for her hand
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I guess that's why he left waiting in the living room by myself
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With at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf, she was
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[CHORUS:]
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playing Cinderella
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She was riding her first bike
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Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
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Runnin' through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
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Dancin with her dad, lookin up at him
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In her eyes I'm prince charming but to him I'm just some fellow
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Riding in and stealing Cinderella
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I leaned in towards those pictures
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to get a better look at one
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When I heard a voice behind me say
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"Now, Ain't she somethin son?"
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I said "Yeah, she's quite a woman"
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And he just stared at me
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And I realized that in his eyes she would always be
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[CHORUS:]
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playing Cinderella
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She was riding her first bike
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Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
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Runnin' through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
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Dancin with her dad, lookin up at him
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In her eyes I'm prince charming but to him I'm just some fellow
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Riding in and stealing Cinderella
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Oh, he slapped me on the shoulder
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Then he called her in the room
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When she threw her arms around him
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That's when I could see it too
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[CHORUS:]
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She was playing Cinderella
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She was riding her first bike
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Bouncing on the bed looking for a pillow fight
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Runnin' through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
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Dancin with her dad, lookin up at him
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If he gives me a hard time
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I can't blame the fellow
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I'm the one who's stealing - cinderella
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Stealing Cinderella
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| Chuck Wicks |
