Belle Lyrics

Belle lyrics

Is he gone?

Oh, can you imagine?

He asked me to marry him

Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless



Madame Gaston, can't you just see it?

Madame Gaston, his little wife, ugh

No sir, not me, I guarantee it

I want much more than this provincial life



I want adventure in the great wide somewhere

I want it more than I can tell

And for once it might be grand to have someone understand

I want so much more than they've got planned