Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the belle of St. Mark
The woman that hurt him surely must have trouble sleeping
You can tell from expressions that he makes public
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
That he suffers from a badly broken heart
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
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
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the belle of St. Mark
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the belle of St. Mark
The belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to his father

It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry

Oh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the belle of St. Mark
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
He smiles as he feeds the afternoon pigeons
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
I can help, I can help you
I need to make him see that he needs love to forget
The belle of St. Mark, he don't talk to strangers, he's so mysterious
And if he don't, I'll die
'Cause the belle of St. Mark is a beauty extraordinaire
The fire I have for him is undoubtedly serious
And if anyone can help him, I can

It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
Even though he was only 17
His erotic persuasion provokes me like no other man
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with the belle of St. Mark
His Paris hair, it blows in the warm Parisian air
That blows whenever his Paris hair is there