Every summer in the gardens of Florence
A peasant of female persuasion
Used to cry for Michelangelo
To save her from death's invitation
Some say this woman was crazy
Others say this woman was possessed
Just one look at her face and
It's evident to her he was the best
Dear Michelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in my bed
Dear Michelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll 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 Michelangelo
And no other no other man would do
No one would speak of passion
And touch her, touch her the way that he does
No one except Michelangelo
It was him or life without love
Dear Michelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed
Dear Michelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll 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 Michelangelo
Dear Michelangelo
Dear Michelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed
Dear Michelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one
Unless he's of your persuasion
Dear Michelangelo, angel
Dear Michelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed
