Little town, it′s a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town, full of little peopleWaking 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, I can't remember what
Oh well, I′m sure it'll come to me
Where are you off to?
To return this book to Père Robert?
It's about two lovers in fair Verona
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!
Ah, if it isn′t the only bookworm in town
So, where did you run off to this week?
Two cities in Northern Italy
I didn't want to come back
Have you got any new places to go?
I′m afraid not
But you may re-read any of the old ones that you'd like
Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big
Bon voyage!
Look there she goes, the 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 different from the rest of us
She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle
Look at her, LeFou, my future wife
Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village
That makes her the best
But she′s so well-read
And you're so athletically inclined
Yes, but ever since the war
I′ve felt like I've been missing something
And she′s the only girl that gives me that sense of-
Mmm, je ne sais quoi?
I don't know what that means
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 flowers
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
Madame's mistaken
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
That 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!
