Little town
It's a quiet village
Every day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say
Bonjour bonjour
Bonjour bonjour bonjour
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?
Well, I believe I have
Problem is, I've, I can't remember what
Oh well, I'm sure it'll come to me
Where you off to?
To return this book to Pere Robert, it's about to lovers in fair Verona
Sound boring
Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause her head's up on some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle
Bonjour, good day
How is your family?
Bonjour, good day
How is your wife?
I need six eggs
That's too expensive
There must be more than this provincial life
Ah, If it isn't the only bookworm in town
So, where did you run off to this week?
Two cities in Northern Italy
I didn't want to come back
Have you got any new places to go?
I'm afraid not
But you may re-read any of the old ones that you'd like
Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big
Bon voyage
Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle
Oh, isn't this amazing?
It's my favorite part because you'll see
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three
Now it's no wonder that her name means Beauty
Her looks have got no parallel
But behind that fair facade
I'm afraid she's rather odd
Very different from the rest of us
She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle
Look at her, LeFou
My future wife
Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village
That's makes her the best
But she's so well-read
And you're so athletically-inclined
Yes, ever since the war, I felt like I've been missing something
She's the only girl that ever given me that sense of
Mmm je ne sais quoi?
I don't know what that means
Right from the moment when I met her, saw her
I said she's gorgeous and I fell
Here in town there's only she
Who is beautiful as me
So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle
Look there he goes
Isn't he dreamy?
Monsieur Gaston
Oh, he's so cute
Be still my heart
I'm hardly breathing
He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute
Bonjour, pardon
Good day, mais oui
You call this bacon, what lovely flowers
Some cheese, ten yards, one pound, excuse me I'll get the knife
Please let me through
This bread, those fish, it's stale, they smell
Madame's mistaken Well, maybe so
There must be more than this provincial life
Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife
Look there she goes the girl is strange, but special
A most peculiar mademoiselle
It's a pity and a sin
She doesn't quite fit in
'Cause she really is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny girl
She really is a funny girl
That Belle
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