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.