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. 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. Morning, Belle. Morning, monsieur. Where are you off to? The bookshop. I just finished a 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? Typhoid? Six packs? That's two expansion. 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-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. Whoa, 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. Ha, 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 you do, but, 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, madame. day. Hey, oui. Call me Belle. Well, hello. Lovely grace. So chic. Ten yards. Excuse me. Go get the knife. Let me through. Well. Fish. Dale. Belle. There must be more to this provincial life. Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife. There she goes. That girl is strange, but special. A most peculiar mad'moiselle. 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. That Bonjour.