An hour ago you were Cinderella's prince,
searching for the perfect lady-love;
Now you're locked within my arms,
where we both know you belong.
You're a consummate actor--
totally believable in each role you play--
and sometimes it's hard to separate fact from fiction.
As I watch you from the wings,
wooing leading ladies with your charm,
I feel no jealousy or dread,
for I know where your love lies:
Although your heart belongs to the theater,
your love is pledged to me.
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