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