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 Morning, Monsieur Where are you off to? The bookshop
I just finished the most wonderful story About a beanstalk and an ogre and a That's nice, Marie, the baguettes Hurry up
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, Belle Good morning, I've come To return the book I borrowed Finished already? Oh, I couldn't put it down
Have you got anything new? Not since yesterday That's all right, I'll borrow this one That one? But you've read it twice
Well, it's my favorite, far off places Daring sword fights, magic spells A prince in disguise If you like it all that much, it's yours
But sir I insist Well, thank you Thank you very much
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
You didn't miss a shot, Gaston You're the greatest hunter in the whole world I know No beast alive stands a chance against you
And no girl, for that matter It's true, LeFou And I've got my sights set on that one The inventor's daughter?
She's the one, the lucky girl I'm going to marry But she's The most beautiful girl in town I know, but
That makes her the best And don't I deserve the best? Well, of course I mean you do but
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 grapes Some cheese Ten yards
One pound 'Scuse me I'll get the knife Please let me through
This bread Those fish It's stale They smell
Madame's mistaken There must be more Than this provincial life Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife
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 BelleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
