| Every summer in the gardens of Florence
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| A peasant of female persuasion
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| Used to cry for Michaelangelo
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| To save her from death’s invitation
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| Some say this woman was crazy
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| Others say this woman was possessed
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| Just one look at her face
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| And it’s evident to her he was the best (Oh)
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| Dear Michaelangelo
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| Color the dreams in my head
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| I look at your paintings
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| And I’m with you in your bed
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| Dear Michaelangelo
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| Save me from death’s invitation
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| I’ll make love to no one unless he’s of your persuasion
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| By summer’s end came many offers
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| All of which the peasant refused
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| She wanted Michaelangelo
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| And no other, no other man would do
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| No one could speak of passion and touch her
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| Touch her the way that he does
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| No one except Michaelangelo
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| It was him (life without love)
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| Or a life without love
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| A life without love
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| A life without love
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| Don’t die
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| Don’t die without love
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| Dear Michaelangelo
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| Dear Mi… chael…an…ge…lo
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| Angel
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| Dear Michaelangelo
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| Color the dreams in my head
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| I look at your paintings
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| And I’m with you in your bed |