Little town, it's a quiet village
Every day like the one before
Little town full of little people
Waking up to say...
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"
: "Where are you off to?"
: "The bookshop, i just finished te most wonderful story about a beanstalk, and an ogar, and a..."
: "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
: "Good Day"
: "How is your family?"
: "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
: "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
I had fun last night. :)