Quiet town, on a little cloud
Where the days stay perfectly still
Where people, from early morning, chat
About everything and nothing
The baker carries his brimming tray
Of good old bread from his bakery
People are strangers to me
In the streets that cry with boredom
To my friend the bookseller
I just finished a wonderful story
About an ogre, a King, some beans
Very interesting, Marie, the baguettes, and hop to it
Head in the clouds and that daring little air
Of a wild cat under an umbrella
She doesn't speak our language
She's always in the clouds
It's really true she's strange, Mademoiselle Belle
I wanna live something other than this life
Morning, I'm bringing back the book I borrowed
Yeah, I devoured it in one night
Do you have anything else
Since yesterday? No, alas
That's okay, I'll take
That one? But you've read it twice already
I love swashbuckling novels
Full of magic and enchanted princes
Well, if you love it that much, I'll give it to you
Head elsewhere with dreams in her eyes
We don't know what to think of her
She always seems absent
Or buried in her novels
What a mystery to us is that Mademoiselle Belle
It's the most beautiful of novels
And this whole passage enchants me, you see
She meets Prince Charming
But she doesn't know till chapter three
We gotta admit her name
'Cause her beauty is unmatched
But beneath that angel face
She's still very strange
It's true she looks like nobody
No, she looks like nobody
That girl looks like nobody
Wow, you never miss your mark, Gaston
You're the greatest hunter in the world
No beast has the slightest chance of beating you
No girl either, for that matter
None, Le Fou, and I've set my sights on that delicious girl
She's the lucky one I'm gonna marry
The prettiest girl in town
The only one pretty enough and lucky enough to be chosen by me
Yeah, sure, but how do you
The very moment I saw her, naive as she is
I fell in love with her
She's the only one down here
That I find worthy of me
And I fully intend to marry that young lady
He's divine, he's spine-tingling
Mister Gaston, what a handsome man
My heart races, I'm gonna faint
Only he can give you such a thrill
I wanna live something other than this life
I'll make an excellent husband for Belle
Head elsewhere, lost in her own world
She's a strange young lady
She's fanciful and odd
It's true she looks like nobody
No, she looks like nobody
That girl looks like nobody