Art Lover 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.
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