Perfect Madonna (feat. Veronica Mansour)

Mother Superior said: There's a friar

He's a painter, he likes your face

A perfect Madonna

Mother Superior said: There's a good girl

He's a painter, wipe your face

A perfect Madonna

Be an angel, be a saint

Sit for him

Sit with him

I sat, blind with modesty

I sat, set my eyes to the floor

I sat, you filled my ears with stories

I sat, then you shut the door

Pirates off the coast of Ancona tied you to the mast

Chains in the desert of Morocco held you hard and fast

Two years a slave, till your lips bled red in the desert sun

Two years a slave, till your thirsty brain began to come undone

One day, you sat, in the ashes of a fire

One day, you drew, with the ashes of a fire

You drew the face of your master on the wall

You drew the portrait of your master on the wall

You drew a portrait in a country without art

A portrait of your master, you touched his heart

You played your part

A perfect artist

You drew your freedom

You said: I'm a friar

I'm a painter, I like your face

A perfect Madonna

You said: Come around my easel

Got a special place

For a perfect Madonna

Be an angel, be a saint

Sit with me

Sit with me

I sat, no more modesty

I sat, set my eyes to the floor

I sat, you filled me with my beauty

You sat, then I shut the door

Paint me blue, paint me tall

Paint me up against the wall

Paint my breasts, paint my thighs

Paint my vows, paint my lies

A friar, painter out of Florence chained me to his art

Kept me from my vows in the convent, held me far apart

Nine months I sat, like a saint till your work was done

Nine months I sat, till my belly burst and we had a son

We had a son

I said, look at us now

I said, the friar's family

I said, the painter's family

I said, the holy family

Father, son

And a perfect Madonna

I sat, too late to draw

I sat, how can I draw my freedom?

I sat

I sit