LYRIC

Belle, is a word I think was invented for her
When she dances, and reveal her body
it's like a bird extending its wing and taking flight
Then I feel the gates of hell opening beneath my feet

I put my eyes under her gypsy dress
What use for me to still pray Notre-Dame
Which man would dare cast upon her the first stone?
This one doesn't deserve to remain on earth

Oh Lucifer, oh let me, just for once
Run my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

Belle, is it the devil incarnated
To turn my eyes from the eternal god?
Who put inside me that carnal desire
To stop me from praying heavens?

She carries inside, the original sin
Does desiring her makes me a ciminal?
Belle, that girl they took for a loose woman
Seems now to carry the cross of the human kind
Oh Notre-Dame, oh let me, just for once
Open the door of Esmeralda's secret garden

Belle, even with her black eyes bewitching you
That lady might she still be maid?
When her moves let me percieve wonderlands
Beneath her rainbow underskirt

My promised, let me one time be untrue
Before in front of god and man I marry you
Who'd be the man to turn his eyes from her
And save himself from being petrified
Oh, Fleur-De-Lys, I am no man of prayers
I will pick Esmeralda's love rose

I put my eyes under her gypsy dress
What use for me to still pray Notre-Dame
Which man would dare cast upon her the first stone?
This one doesn't deserve to remain on earth

Oh Lucifer, oh let me, just for once
Run my fingers through Esmeralda's hair

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