| Sunday afternoon theres something special
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| Its just like another world.
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| Jogging in the park is my excuse
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| To look at all the little girls.
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| Im not a flasher in a rain coat,
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| Im not a dirty old man,
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| Im not gonna snatch you from your mother,
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| Im an art lover.
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| Come to daddy,
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| Ah, come to daddy,
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| Come to daddy.
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| Pretty little legs, I want to draw them,
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| Like a degas ballerina.
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| Pure white skin, like porcelain,
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| Shes a work of art and I should know
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| Im an art lover.
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| Come to daddy,
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| And Ill give you some spangles.
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| Little girl dont notice me Watching as she innocently plays.
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| She cant see me staring at her
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| Because Im always wearing shades.
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| She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers.
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| I follow her around for hours and hours.
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| Id take her home, but that could never be,
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| Shes just a substitute
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| For whats been taken from me.
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| Ah, come to daddy, come on.
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| Sunday afternoon cant last forever,
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| Wish I could take you home.
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| So, come on, give us a smile
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| Before you vanish out of view.
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| Ive learned to appreciate you
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| The way art lovers do,
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| And I only want to look at you. |