Dear Michaelangelo - Prince

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

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’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 Michaelangelo

And no other, no other man would do

No one could speak of passion and touch her

Touch her the way that he does

No one except Michaelangelo

It was him (life without love)

Or a life without love

A life without love

A life without love

Don’t die

Don’t die without love

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Mi… chael…an…ge…lo

Angel

Dear Michaelangelo

Color the dreams in my head

I look at your paintings

And I’m with you in your bed