Art Of Love

Intro:


Sunday afternoon there s something special

It s just like another world.

Jogging in the park is my excuse

To look at all the little girls.


I m not a flasher in a rain coat,

I m not a dirty old man,

I m not gonna snatch you from your mother,

I m an art lover.

Come to daddy,

Ah, come to daddy,

Come to daddy.


Pretty little legs, I want to draw them,

Like a Degas ballerina.

Pure white skin, like porcelain,

She s a work of art and I should know

I m an art lover.

Come to daddy,

And I ll give you some spangles.


Little girl don t notice me

Watching as she innocently plays.

She can t see me staring at her

Because I m always wearing shades.

She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers.

I follow her around for hours and hours.

I d take her home, but that could never be,

She s just a substitute

For what s been taken from me.

Ah, come to daddy, come on.


Sunday afternoon can t last forever,

Wish I could take you home.

So, come on, give us a smile

Before you vanish out of view.

I ve learned to appreciate you

The way art lovers do,

And I only want to look at you.