Belle

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 I'm sure it'll come to me

Where you off to

To return this book to Paroba， it's about two lovers in Feverrona

Sounds 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

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 favourite 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 diff'rent from the rest of us

She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes diff'rent from the rest of us is belle

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

Excuse me

I'll get the knife

Please let me through

This bread

Those fish

It's stale

They smell

Men madame's mistaken

Women 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