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   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