Lyrics:

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

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 that 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'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 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'll make love to no one
Unless he's of your persuasion

Dear Michaelangelo
Angel
Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed