Chrissie Hynde - Art Lover lyrics

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