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Belle: Little
It's a village
day
Like the one
Little
of little people
Waking up to

Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!

There goes the baker with his tray, like
The same old bread and rolls to
Ev'ry morning the same
Since the that we came
To this poor provincial
Morning, Belle!
'Morning, Monsieur.
are you off to?
The bookshop. I just finished the most story
about a beanstalk and an and a -
That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! up!)

Look she goes that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, you tell?
Never of any crowd
'Cause her up on some cloud
No denying a funny girl that Belle

day
How is fam'ly?

day
How is your

I need six
That's too

There must be more than provincial life

Ah, Belle.
Good Morning. come to return the book I borrowed.
already?
Oh, I couldn't put it down. you got anything new?
Ha Ha! Not yesterday.
That's all right. borrow . . . . . this one!
That one? But read it twice!
Well, my favorite! Far off places, daring swordfights,
spells, a prince in disguise -
If you like it all that much, yours!
But sir!
I insist.
Well, thank you. Thank you much!

Look there she goes that girl is so
I wonder if she's feeling
a dreamy far-off look
And her stuck in a book
What a to the rest of us is Belle

Oh, isn't amazing?
It's my fav'rite part because see
Here's where she meets Prince
But she won't that it's him 'til chapter three

Now no wonder that her name means "beauty"
Her looks got no parallel
But behind fair facade
I'm afraid rather odd
diff'rent from the rest of us
She's like the rest of us
Yes, diff'rent from the of us is Belle

Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston! the greatest
hunter in the world!
I know.
No beast alive stands a against you. Ha ha ha! And
no girl, for matter.
It's true, LeFou. And got my sights set on that one.
Hm! The inventor's
She's the one - the lucky girl I'm to marry.
But -
The beautiful girl in town.
I know, but -
makes her the best. And don't I deserve the best?
Well, of course! I you do, but -

Right from the moment I met her, saw her
I said she's and I fell
Here in there's only she
Who is as me
So I'm making to woo and marry Belle

there he goes
Isn't he
Monsieur
Oh so cute
Be still my
I'm hardly
He's such a tall, dark, strong and brute

Bonjour!

day
oui!
You call this
What grapes!
Some
Ten
one
me!
I'll get the
let me through!
This -
fish -
stale!
smell!
mistaken.

There must be more this provincial life!
Just watch, I'm going to make my wife!

Look there she goes a girl who's but special
A most mad'moiselle
a pity and a sin
She doesn't fit in
'Cause she is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny
She really is a funny
Belle!