Текст пісні Art Lover - Lambchop

Art Lover

Sunday afternoon there’s something special\nIt’s just like another world.\nJogging in the park is my excuse\nTo look at all the little girls.\nI’m not a flasher in a rain coat,\nI’m not a dirty old man,\nI’m not gonna snatch you from your mother,\nI’m an art lover.\nCome to daddy,\nAh, come to daddy,\nCome to daddy.\nPretty little legs, I want to draw them,\nLike a Degas ballerina.\nPure white skin, like porcelain,\nShe’s a work of art and I should know\nI’m an art lover.\nCome to daddy,\nAnd I’ll give you some spangles.\nLittle girl don’t notice me\nWatching as she innocently plays.\nShe can’t see me staring at her\nBecause I’m always wearing shades.\nShe feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers.\nI follow her around for hours and hours.\nI’d take her home, but that could never be,\nShe’s just a substitute\nFor what’s been taken from me.\nAh, come to daddy, come on.\nSunday afternoon can’t last forever,\nWish I could take you home.\nSo, come on, give us a smile\nBefore you vanish out of view.\nI’ve learned to appreciate you\nThe way art lovers do,\nAnd I only want to look at you.