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! There goes the baker with his tray like always With 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, gal! 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, the girl is strange, no question Dazed and distracted, can't you tell? Does she support any crowd? 'Cause her head supports a crowd 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? I put it down, have you got anything new? Not since yesterday That's alright, 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! Now, isn't this amazing? It's my favorite part because You'll see It's fierce when she eats 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! Wow, 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. Even 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. 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? Be still, Gaston Oh, he's so cute Be still, my heart I'm hardly breathing He's such a dog I'm struggling at the brink I want you, my dog It's a baby You call this baby? Wet her The prince of cheese Takes your hand Excuse me And gets the knife Please let me through It's great She's still nice now But there's a stake There must be more than this provincial life Just watch To make Belle my wife 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 But she really is a funny girl A beauty but a funny girl She really is a funny girl And Belle Belle