Sheila E. - 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
{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
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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
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| Title:Belle Of St. Mark
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