Tytuł: The Belle Of St. Mark

• Wykonawca: Prince
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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