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
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 If he gives me a hard time
I can't blame the fella I'm the one who's stealing Cinderella







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