Il testo della Belle

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