Sunday afternoon there’s something specialIt’s just like another world.Jogging in the park is my excuseTo 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 knowI’m an art lover.Come to daddy,And I’ll give you some spangles.Little girl don’t notice meWatching as she innocently plays.She can’t see me staring at herBecause 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 substituteFor 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 smileBefore you vanish out of view.I’ve learned to appreciate youThe way art lovers do,And I only want to look at you.
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Art Lover Lyrics

Kinks – Art Lover Lyrics

Songwriters: DAVIES, RAY
Art Lover lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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