Belle:
Little town
It's a quiet village
Ev'ry day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Belle:
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Belle:
'Morning, Monsieur.
Baker:
Where are you off to?
Townsfolk:
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
Belle:
There must be more than this provincial life
Bookseller:
Ah, Belle.
Belle:
Good Morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed.
Bookseller:
Finished already?
Belle:
Oh, I couldn't put it down. Have you got anything new?
Bookseller:
Ha Ha! Not since yesterday.
Belle:
That's all right. I'll borrow . . . . . this one!
Bookseller:
That one? But you've read it twice!
Belle:
Well, it's my favorite! Far off places, daring swordfights,
magic spells, a prince in disguise -
Bookseller:
If you like it all that much, it's yours!
Belle:
But sir!
Bookseller:
I insist.
Belle:
Well, thank you. Thank you very much
Belle:
Oh, isn't this amazing?
It's my fav'rite part because you'll see
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three
LeFou:
Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston! You're the greatest
hunter in the whole world!
Gaston:
I know.
LeFou:
No beast alive stands a chance against you.
Ha ha ha! And no girl, for that matter.
Gaston:
It's true, LeFou. And I've got my sights set on that one.
LeFou:
Hm! The inventor's daughter?
Gaston:
She's the one - the lucky girl I'm going to marry.
LeFou:
But she's -
Gaston:
The most beautiful girl in town.
LeFou:
I know, but -
Gaston:
That makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?
LeFou:
Well, of course! I mean you do, but -
Bimbettes:
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
Townsfolk:
Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special
A most peculiar mad'moiselle
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