Art Lover

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Sunday afternoon there's something special
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It's 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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I'm not a flasher in a rain coat
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I'm not a dirty old man
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I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother
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I'm 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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She's a work of art and I should know
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I'm an art lover
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Come to daddy
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And I'll give you some spangles
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Little girl don't notice me
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Watching as she innocently plays
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She can't see me staring at her
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Because I'm 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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I'd take her home, but that could never be
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She's just a substitute
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For what's been taken from me
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Ah, come to daddy, come on
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Sunday afternoon can't 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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I've 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