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