Belle

Belle - Luke Evans / Emma Watson
(From Beauty and the Beast/Soundtrack Version)

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 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
Probably miss but I I can't remember what
Oh I'm sure it'll come to me
Where you up to
To take this book to It's about to lovers in
Sound 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

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 'til chapter three
Now it's no wonder that her name means Beauty
Her looks have got no parallel
But behind that fair fasade
I'm afraid she's rather odd
Very diff'rent from the rest of us
She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes diff'rent 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'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 grapes
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
The 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