More boats
More trees
I thought you were
Drawing me
George
Hello George
There is someone in
This dress
A trickle of sweat
The back of the head
He always does this
Now the foot is dead
Sunday in the park
With George
One more su
The collar is damp
Beginning to pinch
The bustle's slipping
I won't budge one inch
Who was at the
Zoo George
Who was at the zoo
The monkeys and
Who George
The monkeys and who
I don't move
Artists are bizarre fixed
Cold
That's you George
You're bizarre fixed cold
I like that in a man
Fixed cold
God it's hot up here
Well there are worse things
Than staring at the water
On a sunday
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for
A picture
Being painted by your lover
In the middle of
The summer
On an island in the river
On a sunday
The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is blinding
All right concentrate
Eyes open please
Sunday in the park
With George
Look out at the water
Not at me
Sunday in the park
With George
Concentrate concentrate
Well if you want bread
And respect
And attention
Not to say connection
Modeling's no profession
If you want instead when
You're dead
Some more public and
More permanent expression
Of affection
You want a painter poet
Sculptor preferably
Marble granite bronze
Durable
Something nice it's gone
That's durable forever
All it has to be is good
And George you're good
You're really good
George's stroke is tender
George's touch is pure
Your eyes George
I love your eyes George
I love your beard George
I love your size George
But most George
Of all
But most of all
I love your painting
I think I'm fainting
The tip of a stay
Right under the tit
No don't give in
Just lift the arm a bit
Don't life the arm
Sunday in the park
With George
The bustle high please
Not even a nod
As if I were trees
The ground could open
He would still say please
Never know with
You George
Who could know with you
The others I knew George
Before we get through
I'll get to you too
God I am so hot
Well there are worse things
Than staring at the water
On a sunday
There are worse things
Than staring at the water
As you're posing for
A picture
After sleeping on the ferry
After getting up at seven
To come over to an island
In the middle of a river
Half an hour from the city
On a sunday
On a sunday
In the park
With don't move the mouth
George
