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Текст (слова) песни: Kinks - Art Lover
Sunday afternoon theres something special
Its just like another world.
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls.
Im not a flasher in a rain coat,
Im not a dirty old man,
Im not gonna snatch you from your mother,
Im 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,
Shes a work of art and I should know
Im an art lover.
Come to daddy,
And Ill give you some spangles.
Little girl dont notice me
Watching as she innocently plays.
She cant see me staring at her
Because Im always wearing shades.
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers.
I follow her around for hours and hours.
Id take her home, but that could never be,
Shes just a substitute
For whats been taken from me.
Ah, come to daddy, come on.
Sunday afternoon cant last forever,
Wish I could take you home.
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view.
Ive learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do,
And I only want to look at you.
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