Belle:] There must be more than this provincial life ( [Bookseller:] Ah, Belle. [Belle:] Good Morning. I've come to return the book I borrowed. [Bookseller:] Finished already? [Belle
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
( Quasimodo ) Belle C'est un mot qu'on dirait invente pour elle Quand elle danse et qu'elle met son corps a jour, tel Un oiseau qui etend ses ailes
Dana Gibson would even agree No Stage-door John holds a candle to me. Chorus: When I'm out with the Belle of New York, With the beautiful Belle of
Cause you are beautiful but your soul is cold and dead Angelic but a demon fills your head The heaven that you promised life could be Was a deadly blended
The reflecting of light and the traces of dust The heart of it One movement in response to the holler All of it Mouthing the word and smile Thou
*quietly* Have a nice life baby, a nice life baby *loud*Have a nice life baby I dont know why were going on this way cause you alway make me feel bad
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away Christmas is here, bringing good cheer, to young and old, meek and the
(Check it out) I know about a girl, let's call her Kay She's the kind of girl you think about night and day I love to see her lounging in her lingerie
When I wake up in the morning, love And the sunlight hurts my eyes And something without warning, love Bears heavy on my mind Then I look at you And
You never know when you meet someone Will she be the one? You never know and I wonder to myself I wonder to myself Are you beautiful? Are you beautiful
Beautiful nothing is all I want to hear, beautiful nothing music to my ears. So stop all your bang clanging, shouting and stomping around. Beautiful
Mr. Mackey: Uh, Hark! hear the bells Sweet silver bells All seem to say, "Ding Dong Mmmkay." Christmas is here Bringing good cheer To young and old
Oh this is the night, it's a beautiful night And we call it bella notte Look at the skies, they have stars in their eyes On this lovely bella notte.
Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends Unexpectedly Just a little change Small, to say the least Both a little
