Michelangelo

Before you leave in the early morning

Would you take one last walk with me?

Where the streetlights aren't dusty and the air is sweet

And all is well, at least politically

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo

They never taught me in school

What to do when you start to cry

They never taught me past the point

Of lovers and dinners that expire

And I guess you have to go

All these evenings I know, I know

Is it worth it, after all?

When the name I say most is Michelangelo?

I think you like me before 8 AM

Before I put on my big-girl clothes

Praying, despairing, and back again

Is it my fault? How should I know

In the room the women come and go

Talking of Michelangelo

I know you hate these rooms where we come and go

But why did you never tell me so?

They never taught me in school

What to do when you start to cry

They never taught me how to choose

What to say, if there's a time

And I guess you have to go

'Cause I wouldn't keep you, I know, I know

Is it worth it, after all?

These nights we spent 'round Michelangelo?

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