The Belle of St. Mark

The Belle of St. Mark - The Boogaloos

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 to his father

Even though he was only 17

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 you

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