Letras
The Belle of St. Mark was a frail but passionate creatures
Ebony hair and eyes of deep blue-green
The Belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to his father
Even though he was only a mere seventeen
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me, I think I'll probably die
You can tell from expressions that he makes public
That he suffers from a badly broken heart
He smiles as he feeds the afternoon pigeons
But he cries as he walks the night streets of St. Mark
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me, I think I'll probably die
The Belle of St. Mark, he don't talk to strangers
He's so mysterious
His erotic persuasion provokes me like no other man
The fire I have for him is undoubtedly serious
I need to make him see that he needs love to forget
And if anyone can help him, I can
I can help, I can help him
His Paris hair, it blows in the warm Parisian air
That blows whenever his Paris hair is there
The woman that hurt him surely must have trouble sleeping
'Cause the Belle of St. Mark is a beauty extraordinaire
Oh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me, I think I'll probably die
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the Belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me, I think I'll probably die