Belle is the only word I know that suits her well When she dances, oh the story she can tell A free bird trying out her wings to fly away And when I see her move, I see Hell to pay She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come And it's no use to pray these prayers to Notre Dame Tell Who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone Oh Lucifer please let me go beyond God's law And run my fingers through her hair, Esmeralda!