[ANGELA]
If you ever, ever dared to leave me
No excuse for living would I know

[ANGELA & CELLINI]
I'm afraid, afraid you're far too near me
To ever let you go

[NARRATOR, spoken]
The morning after always seems
To take the shine off lovers' dreams
They're not so hot, the songs don't flow
They've lost that gorgeous lusty glow
And last night's, oh, so passionate sighs
Don't sound so sweet beyond sunrise
At least, that's how we reconvene
With Ben and Angela. The scene:
Cellini's workshop, eight o'clock
Soon his head will hit the block
But in the hours that remain
Our hero wants to use his brain
To finish off his latest work
An admirable and endearing quirk
Unless you're Cellini's paramour
For Angela, sculpting's just a chore