Belle Of St. Mark

The belle of St. Mark was a fair but a passionate creature

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

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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

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Bridge:

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 undoubtably serious

(spoken):

I must make him see that he needs love to forget

And if anyone can help him, I can

I can help.

I can help you.

His Paris hair blows in the warm Parisian air

It blows whenever his Paris hair is there

The woman who hurt him surely must have trouble sleeping

´cause the belle of St. Mark is a beauty extraordinaire

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