Belle Song Lyrics by Emma Watson
Little town, it’s a quiet villageEvery day like the one beforeLittle town, full of little peopleWaking up to say
Bonjour! Bonjour!Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
There goes the baker with his tray like alwaysThe same old bread and rolls to sellEvery morning just the sameSince the morning that we cameTo this poor, provincial townGood Morning, Belle!
Good morning, Monsieur JeanHave you lost something again?Well, I believe I haveProblem is, I, I can’t remember whatOh well, I’m sure it’ll come to meWhere are you off to?To return this book to Père Robert?It’s about two lovers in fair VeronaSounds boring
Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no questionDazed and distracted, can’t you tell?Never part of any crowd‘Cause her head’s up on some cloudNo 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 townSo, where did you run off to this week?Two cities in Northern ItalyI didn’t want to come backHave you got any new places to go?I’m afraid notBut you may re-read any of the old ones that you’d likeYour library makes our small corner of the world feel bigBon voyage!
Look there she goes, the girl is so peculiarI wonder if she’s feeling wellWith a dreamy, far-off lookAnd her nose stuck in a bookWhat a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle
Oh, isn’t this amazing?It’s my favourite part because you’ll seeHere’s where she meets Prince CharmingBut 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 parallelBut behind that fair facadeI’m afraid she’s rather oddVery different from the rest of usShe’s nothing like the rest of usYes, different from the rest of us is Belle
Look at her, LeFou, my future wifeBelle is the most beautiful girl in the villageThat makes her the bestBut she’s so well-readAnd you’re so athletically inclined
Yes, but ever since the warI’ve felt like I’ve been missing somethingAnd 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 herI said she’s gorgeous and I fellHere in town, there’s only sheWho is beautiful as meSo I’m making plans to woo and marry Belle
Look there he goesIsn’t he dreamy?Monsieur GastonOh, he’s so cute!Be still, my heartI’m hardly breathingHe’s such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!
BonjourPardonGood dayMais ouiYou call this bacon?What lovely flowers
Some cheeseTen yardsOne poundExcuse meI’ll get the knifePlease let me through
This breadThose fishIt’s staleThey smellMadame’s mistakenWell, maybe soThere must be more than this provincial life!Just watch, I’m going to make Belle my wife!
Look there she goesThat girl is strange but specialA most peculiar mademoiselleIt’s a pity and a sinShe doesn’t quite fit in‘Cause she really is a funny girlA beauty but a funny girlShe really is a funny girlThat Belle!