The Belle of St. Mark
Sheila E.  

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 


Submitted by Greg Scouras 
g61268@aol.com 

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