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 the bookshop, I just finished te most wonderful story about a beanstalk, and an ogar, and a--- townsfolk: that's nice. MARIE the baguettes, hurry up look, there she goes the 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 ohhhhhh....isn't this amazing? it's my favorite part because....you'll see here's where she meets Prince Charming but she won't discover that it's him till 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 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 hansome brute! look there she goes....a girl who's 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!!