Intro: F C Dm Bb C F C Dm Sunday afternoon there's something special Bb C It's just like another world. F C Dm Jogging in the park is my excuse Bb C To look at all the little girls. Bb C I'm not a flasher in a rain coat, Bb C I'm not a dirty old man, Bb C I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother, C I'm an art lover. F C Dm Bb Come to daddy, C Ah, come to daddy, F C Dm Bb Come to daddy. Bb C Pretty little legs, I want to draw them, Bb C Like a Degas ballerina. Bb C Pure white skin, like porcelain, Bb She's a work of art and I should know C I'm an art lover. F C Dm Bb C Come to daddy, F C Dm Bb C And I'll give you some spangles. F C Little girl don't notice me Dm Bb C Watching as she innocently plays. F C She can't see me staring at her Dm Bb C Because I'm always wearing shades. Bb C She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers. Bb C I follow her around for hours and hours. Bb I'd take her home, but that could never be, C She's just a substitute F C Dm Bb C For what's been taken from me. F C Dm Bb C Ah, come to daddy, come on. F C Dm Sunday afternoon can't last forever, Bb C Wish I could take you home. Bb C So, come on, give us a smile Bb C Before you vanish out of view. Bb C I've learned to appreciate you Dm The way art lovers do, Bb F C Dm Bb C And I only want to look at you.