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
the bookshop, I just finished te most wonderful story
about a beanstalk, and an ogar, and a---
townsfolk: that's nice. MARIE the baguettes, hurry up
look, there she goes
the 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
ohhhhhh....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
till 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 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 hansome brute!
look there she goes....a girl who's 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!!