Celin Dion/Peabo Bryson - Belle | Текст песни

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• Celin Dion/Peabo Bryson
• 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

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

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

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

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

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 diff'rent from the rest of us
She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Belle

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

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 handsome brute

[Man I:] Bonjour! [Gaston:] Pardon
[Man II:] Good day [Man III:] Mais oui!
[Matron:] You call this bacon? [Woman I:] What lovely grapes!
[Man IV:] Some cheese [Woman II:] Ten yards
[Man IV:] one pound [Gaston:] 'scuse me!
[Cheese merchant:] I'll get the knife [Gaston:] Please let me through!
This bread - [Man V:] Those fish -
it's stale! [Man V:] they smell!
Madame's mistaken.
There must be more than this provincial life!
Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife!

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