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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 {chorus}: 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 {chorus} 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 {chorus}...fade