Dear Michaelangelo

Every summer in the gardens of Florence

A peasant of female persuasion

Used to cry for Michaelangelo

To save her from death's invitation

Some say this woman was crazy

Others say this woman was possessed

But just one look at her face

And it's evident to her he was the best

Oh, dear Michaelangelo

Color the dreams in my head

I look at your paintings

And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo

Save me from death's invitation

I will make love to no one

Unless he's of your persuasion

By summer's end came many offers

All of which the peasant refused

She wanted Michaelangelo

And no other, no other man would do

No one could speak of passion and touch her

Touch her the way he does

No one except Michaelangelo

It was him or a life without love

Dear Michaelangelo

Color the dreams in my head

I look at your paintings

And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo

Save me from death's invitation

I will make love to no one

Unless he's of your persuasion

A life without love

A life without love

Don't die

Don't die without love

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo

Color the dreams in my head

I look at your paintings

And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo

Save me from death's invitation

I will make love to no one

Unless he's of your persuasion

Dear

Dear

Dear Michaelangelo, angel

Dear Michaelangelo

Color the dreams in my head

I look at your paintings

And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo

Save me from death's invitation

I will make love to no one

Unless he's of your persuasion

Dear Michaelangelo

Color the dreams in my head

I look at your paintings

And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo

Save me from death's invitation

I will make love to no one

Unless he's of your persuasion