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
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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

Songwriter(s): Ray Davies
Copyright: Davray Music Ltd.
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