Little town
It's a quiet villlage
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
Baker: Good morning, Belle!
Belle: Good morning monsiuer!
Baker: Where are you off too?
Belle: The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story,
About a beanstalk, and an orge, and a...
Baker: That's nice...Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!
Townspeople: 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 is up in some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle.
Man 1: Bounjour!
Woman 1: Good day!
Man 1: How is your family?
Woman 2: Bonjour!
Man 2: 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!
Bookkeeper: Ah, Belle!
Belle: Hello! I've come to return the book I borrowed!
Bookkeeper: Finished already?
Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?
Bookkeeper: Not since yesterday!
Belle: That's alright...I'll borrow this one!
Bookkeeper: That one! But you've read it twice!
Belle: Well, it's my favorite!
Far off places, daring swordfights
Magic spells, a prince in diguise!
Bookeeper: If you like it all that much, it's yours!
Belle: But sir...
Bookkeeper: I insist!
Belle: Well, thank you! Thank you very much!
Townspeople: 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 favorite part because, you'll see,
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him
'Til chapter three!
Townspeople: 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 diff'rent from the rest of us
Townsfolk: She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Belle
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
Disney - Little Town Lyrics
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Little town
It's a quiet villlage
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
Baker: Good morning, Belle!
Belle: Good morning monsiuer!
Baker: Where are you off too?
Belle: The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story,
About a beanstalk, and an orge, and a...
Baker: That's nice...Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!
Townspeople: 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 is up in some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle.
Man 1: Bounjour!
Woman 1: Good day!
Man 1: How is your family?
Woman 2: Bonjour!
Man 2: 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!
Bookkeeper: Ah, Belle!
Belle: Hello! I've come to return the book I borrowed!
Bookkeeper: Finished already?
Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?
Bookkeeper: Not since yesterday!
Belle: That's alright...I'll borrow this one!
Bookkeeper: That one! But you've read it twice!
Belle: Well, it's my favorite!
Far off places, daring swordfights
Magic spells, a prince in diguise!
Bookeeper: If you like it all that much, it's yours!
Belle: But sir...
Bookkeeper: I insist!
Belle: Well, thank you! Thank you very much!
Townspeople: 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 favorite part because, you'll see,
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him
'Til chapter three!
Townspeople: 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 diff'rent from the rest of us
Townsfolk: She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Belle
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
It's a quiet villlage
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
Baker: Good morning, Belle!
Belle: Good morning monsiuer!
Baker: Where are you off too?
Belle: The bookshop! I just finished the most wonderful story,
About a beanstalk, and an orge, and a...
Baker: That's nice...Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!
Townspeople: 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 is up in some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle.
Man 1: Bounjour!
Woman 1: Good day!
Man 1: How is your family?
Woman 2: Bonjour!
Man 2: 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!
Bookkeeper: Ah, Belle!
Belle: Hello! I've come to return the book I borrowed!
Bookkeeper: Finished already?
Belle: Oh, I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?
Bookkeeper: Not since yesterday!
Belle: That's alright...I'll borrow this one!
Bookkeeper: That one! But you've read it twice!
Belle: Well, it's my favorite!
Far off places, daring swordfights
Magic spells, a prince in diguise!
Bookeeper: If you like it all that much, it's yours!
Belle: But sir...
Bookkeeper: I insist!
Belle: Well, thank you! Thank you very much!
Townspeople: 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 favorite part because, you'll see,
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him
'Til chapter three!
Townspeople: 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 diff'rent from the rest of us
Townsfolk: She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Belle
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