Letra de Belle Of St. Mark de 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
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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
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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
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