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? Ooh Ooh Ooh