The Belle Of St. Mark Lyrics

The Belle of St. Mark was a frail but a passionate creature 
Ebony hair and eyes a deep blue-green 
The Belle of St Mark wore clothes that belonged 2 his father 
Even though he was only 17 

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 

U 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 

The Belle of St. Mark, he don't talk 2 strangers, he's so mysterious 
His erotic persuasion provokes me like no other man 
The fire I have 4 him is undoubtedly serious 
I need 2 make him see that he needs love 2 forget 
And if anyone can help him, I can 
I can help, I can help U 

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 
Cuz 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 
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die 
And if he don't... I'll die