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
And I only want to look at you
