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
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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