Little town it’s a quiet villageEveryday like the one beforeLittle town full of little people, waking up to sayBonjour! 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!Morning Monsieur!Where you off to?The bookshopI just finished the most wonderful storyAbout a beanstalk and an ogre and a-That’s nice, Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!Look there she goes that girl is strange no questionDazed and distracted, can’t you tell?Never part of any crowd‘Cause her heads up on some cloudNo denying she’s a funny girl that BelleBonjour!Good day!How is your family?Bonjour!Good day!How is your wife?I need six eggsThat’s too expensiveThere must be more than this provincial lifeAh, BelleGood morning, I’ve come to return the book I borrowedFinished already?Oh, I couldn’t put it down have you got anything new?Not since yesterdayThat’s alright, I’ll borrow, this oneThat one? But you’ve read it twiceWell, it’s my favoriteFar off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguiseIf you like it all that much, it’s yoursBut sir!I insistWell, thank you, thank you very muchLook there she goes that 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 BelleOh, isn’t this amazing?It’s my favorite part because you’ll seeHere’s where she meets Prince CharmingBut she won’t discover that it’s him ‘til chapter threeNow it’s no wonder that her name means beautyHer looks have got no parallelBut behind that fair facade, I’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
Looks like it.