So, you were gonna ask her daddy for her hand?

What if he wasn't there,

And was away acrossed the land?

Not barely talking to her,

Or even seeing her,

Or writing to her?

So, there must be a mistake,

Asking her daddy,

When he's not even there.

You sit there in her momma's livin room,

Staring at the shelf.

Was she 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 friend,

Looking up at him?

In her eyes you're Prince Charming,

But to who are you just some fella,

You're not stealing away, Cinderella...

Did you lean into those pictures,

To get a,

Better look at one?

But no voice behind you sayin',

Now ain't she somethin' son?

You think she's quite a woman,

But he's not there to see.

And you realize that in his eyes,

She would never be:

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.

In her eyes you're Prince Charming,

But are you just some fella,

Riding in,

Taking in Cinderella?

He never slapped you on the shoulder.

Or called her in the room.

She wished she could throw her arms around him,

And then he'd see it too.

She'd be,

Playing Cinderella,

Ridin' her first bike.

Bouncing on the bed,

And looking for a pillow fight.

Running through the sprinkler,

With a big popsicle grin.

She'd be dancing with her dad,

Looking up to him.

In her eyes you're Prince Charming,

And to him you'd be some fella,

Riding in,

Stealing,

Cinderella.

But from who,

Would you take her from,

When she has no one to love her like he should?

You can't steal away,

Cinderella.