歌词
A long time ago
In a story so old
There was a beauty and a beast
Or so I've been told
They were these two strangers
Two lonely souls
But it's not what you think, no
Here's how it goes:
Let's start with the Beast
He was ugly and scary
Pathetic and poor and horribly hairy
The outside was ruff
But once he smiled
You could see that he had a heart of gold inside
The Beast loved a Beauty
This pretty little thing
She was the fairest of them all
And she could dance and sing
But unlike the Beast whose love shined the best
She loved herself, never cared for the rest
Oh La Belle et la bête (the beauty and the beast)
Quelle tragédie (what a tragedy)
Elle est comme le jour (she is like the day)
Il est comme la nuit (he is like the night)
Il est amoureux (he is in love)
Elle ne se soucie pas (she doesn't care)
Vont-ils mourir tout seule? (Will they die alone?)
On verra (We'll see)
One day the Beast found the Beauty perfection
Sitting by the lake
Making love to her reflection
The Beast then decided that it was the time
To tell the pretty Beauty of his feelings inside
He stepped out from the shade
With a flower in hand
Said bravely,
"My lady, the fairest in this land
I might not be a prince
But my heart beats for you."
Oh the Beauty just laughed
So cold so cruel,
"You smelly old, fat, hairy pig,"
She said,
"You thought I could love you
I'd rather be dead!"
Still laughing she turned
And danced to her home
Leaving the Beast heart broken
And
All
Alone
Oh La Belle et la bete(the beauty and the beast)
Quelle tragedie(what a tragedy)
Elle est comme le jour(she is like the day)
Il est comme la nuit(he is like the night)
Il est amoureux(he is in love)
Mais elle s'en fou(she doesn't care)
Qui sera content(who will be happy)
Apres tous?(after everyone)
Well the Beauty is all by herself still today
The Beast learned his lesson and changed his ways
He found that true beauty cannot be seen
And that things are most likely
Not what they seem