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Stealing Cinderella

I'm in love with this song...... and the singer, Chuck Wicks

Stealing Cinderella
I came to see her daddy for sit down man to man
It wasn't any secret I'd be asking for her hand
I guess that's why he left me waiting in the living room by myself
With at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf

CHORUS:
She was playing Cinderella, She was 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
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 say "Now, ain't she something, son?"
I said "Yes, she's 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
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 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 timeI can't blame the fella
I'm the one who's stealing Cinderella
P.S: The song isn't all that clear in the video, but chuck wicks is.... and when he smiles he steals something more than cinderella....

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