Little town, it's a quiet village,
Every day like the once before.
Little town, full of little people
Waking up to say:

Town folk: Bonjour (x5)

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 the same provincial town.

Good Morning Belle!


Town folk:
Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question.
Dazed and distracted can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd,
'cause her heads up on some cloud'
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle!

Man 1:
Woman 1:
Good Day!
Man 1:
How is your family?
Woman 2: Bonjour!
Man 2: Good Day!
Woman 2:
How is your wife?
Woman 3:
I need 6 eggs
man 3:
That's too expensive!
There must be more than this provincial life!


Townsfolk (men):
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 favourite part because you'll see.
Here's where she meets prince charming.
But she won't discover that it's him till chapter 3!

Now, it's no wonder that her name means beauty.
Her looks have no parallel!
But behind that fair faÇade,
Im afraid she's rather odd!
Very different from the rest of us is Belle!
She's nothing like the rest of us,
Yes different from the rest of us is Belle!


Right from the moment when i met her, saw her, i said she's gorgeous and i fell.
Here in town there is only she, who's beautiful as me,
So i'm making plans to woo and marry Belle!