Sunday afternoon there's something specialIt's just like another worldJogging in the park is my excuseTo look at all the little girlsI'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 loverCome to daddy,Ah, come to daddy,Come to daddyPretty little legs, I want to draw them,Like a degas ballerinaPure white skin, like porcelain,She's a work of art and I should knowI'm an art loverCome to daddy,And I'll give you some spanglesLittle girl don't notice meWatching as she innocently playsShe can't see me staring at herBecause I'm always wearing shadesShe feeds the ducks, looks at the flowersI follow her around for hours and hoursI'd take her home, but that could never be,She's just a substituteFor what's been taken from meAh, come to daddy, come onSunday afternoon can't last forever,Wish I could take you homeSo, come on, give us a smileBefore you vanish out of viewI've learned to appreciate youThe way art lovers do,And I only want to look at you