| The belle of St. Mark was a frail but 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 | 
| And if he doesn’t love me I think I’ll probably die | 
| And if he don’t, I’ll die |