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