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Sunday afternoon there's something special |
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It's just like another world. |
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Jogging in the park is my excuse |
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To look at all the little girls. |
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I'm not a flasher in a rain coat, |
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I'm not a dirty old man, |
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I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother, |
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I'm an art lover. |
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Come to daddy, |
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Ah, come to daddy, |
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Come to daddy. |
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Pretty little legs, i want to draw them, |
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Like a degas ballerina. |
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Pure white skin, like porcelain, |
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She's a work of art and i should know |
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I'm an art lover. |
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Come to daddy, |
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And i'll give you some spangles. |
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Little girl don't notice me |
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Watching as she innocently plays. |
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She can't see me staring at her |
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Because i'm always wearing shades. |
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She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers. |
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I follow her around for hours and hours. |
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I'd take her home, but that could never be, |
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She's just a substitute |
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For what's been taken from me. |
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Ah, come to daddy, come on. |
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Sunday afternoon can't last forever, |
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Wish i could take you home. |
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So, come on, give us a smile |
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Before you vanish out of view. |
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I've learned to appreciate you |
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The way art lovers do, |
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And i only want to look at you. |
