Art Lover

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