Art Of Love

Intro: 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.