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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDear Michelangelo
Every summer in the gardens of FlorenceA peasant of female persuasionUsed to cry for MichaelangeloTo save her from death's invitationSome say this woman was crazyOthers say this woman was possessedJust one look at her faceAnd it's evident to her he was the best (Oh)Dear MichaelangeloColor the dreams in my headI look at your paintingsAnd I'm with you in your bedDear MichaelangeloSave me from death's invitationI'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasionBy summer's end came many offersAll of which the peasant refusedShe wanted MichaelangeloAnd no other, no other man would doNo one could speak of passion and touch herTouch her the way he doesNo one except MichaelangeloIt was him or a life without loveDear MichaelangeloColor the dreams in my headI look at your paintingsAnd I'm with you in your bedDear MichaelangeloSave me from death's invitationI'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasionA life without loveA life without loveDon't dieDon't die without loveDear MichaelangeloDear MichaelangeloDear MichaelangeloColor the dreams in my headI look at your paintingsAnd I'm with you in your bedDear MichaelangeloSave me from death's invitationI'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasionDear, dearDear MichaelangeloAngelDear MichaelangeloColor the dreams in my headI look at your paintingsAnd I'm with you in your bedDear MichaelangeloSave me from death's invitationI'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasionDear MichaelangeloColor the dreams in my headI look at your paintingsAnd I'm with you in your bedDear MichaelangeloSave me from death's invitationI'll make love to no one unless he's of your
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