| Lyrics: | 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. |
