Belle: Little town it's a quiet village ev'ry day like the one before little town full of little people waking up to say Townsfolk: Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Belle: There goes the baker with his tray, like always, the same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morning just the same since the morning that we came to this poor provincial town Baker: Good morning, Belle! Belle: Morning, M'sieur Baker: Where're you off to? Belle: The book shop. I just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and a . . . Baker: That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up! Townsfolk: 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! Woman 1: Good day Man 1: How is your family? Man2: Good day Woman 2: How is your wife? Woman 3: I need six eggs! Man 3: That's too expensive Belle: There must be more than this provincial life Bookseller: Ah, Belle. Belle: Good morning. I've come to return the book borrowed. Bookseller: Finished already? Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down. Have you got anything new? Bookseller: ha, ha, not since yesterday. Belle: That's all right. I'll borrow this one. Bookseller: That one? But you've read it twice. Belle: Well, it's my favourite. Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise. Bookseller: If you like it all that much it's yours. Belle: But sir! Bookseller: I insist. Belle: Well thank you, thank you very much. Townsfolk: 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! Belle: Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my fav'rite part because you'll see Here's where she meets Prince charming, but she won't discover that it's him til' chapter three Woman: Now, it's no wonder that her name means "beauty" Her looks have got no parallel Shopkeeper: But behind that fair facade, I'm afraid she's rather odd Very dif'rent from the rest of us Townsfolk: She's nothing like the rest of us Yes, dif'rent from the rest of us is Belle Gaston: 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 Silly girls: Look there he goes! Isn't he dreamy? Monsueur Gaston! Oh, he's so cute! Be still my heart! I'm hardly breathing! He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute Man 1: Bonjour! Gaston: Pardon Man 2: Good day! Man 3: Mais oui! Matron: You call this bacon? Woman 1: What lovely grapes! Man 4: Some cheese, one pound Woman 2: Ten yards Cheese merchant: I'll get the knife Gaston: 'Scuse me! Please let me through! Woman 1: This bread . . . Man 5: Those fish . . . they smell! Baker: Madam's mistaken Belle: There must be more than this provincial life Gaston: Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife! Townsfolk: Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special A most peculiar mad'moiselle 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!