I'm not a flasher in a rain coat
Jogging in the park is my excuse
I've learned to appreciate you
I'm an art lover, come to daddy
Wish I could take you home
Ah, come to daddy, come on
I'm an art lover, come to daddy
Like a Degas ballerina
Because I'm always wearing shades
And I'll give you some spangles
I follow her around for hours and hours
Sunday afternoon can't last forever
To look at all the little girls
She can't see me staring at her
Before you vanish out of view
Pretty little legs, I want to draw them
Little girl, don't notice me
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother
Ah, come to daddy, come to daddy
She's just a substitute for what's been taken from me
Watching, as she innocently plays
So, come on, give us a smile
I'd take her home, but that could never be
The way art lovers do
I'm not a dirty old man
She's a work of art and I should know
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
Pure white skin, like porcelain
