, darkness and light Hot night, the good and bad's so close together The Beauty and the Beast, saints and demons--kisses and bites The Beauty and the Beast
Belle: There's something sweet and almost kind But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefind But now he's dear and so unsure I wonder why I didn't see
could ever learn to love a beast? However cold the wind and rain I'll be there to ease up your pain However cruel the mirrors of sin Remember, beauty
in the east Tale as old as time Song as old as rhyme Beauty and the beast Tale as old as time Tune as old as song Bittersweet and strange Finding you
the beast You, you're beautiful You, you're beautiful Beauty talks but beauty lies Beauty wakes the beast inside A feast of eyes where beauty walks
hose says it The pedestrian, the equestrian And the tap-dancer with his toes I'm on fire Yeah, babe, I'm on fire Yeah, well the beast and the beauty
every voice and sing Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing So save the Negro spiritual It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle And no more song and
fire Hit me up, baby, and knock me down Drop what you're doing and come around We can hold hands till the sun goes down Cause I know That you And i Can
and stay forever in this world of fire and ice. I smell the frosty of ghostly halls on the rising stairway to the abandoned throne, and then saluting
Belle: No, really, you read it Beast: Oh, No, you... Belle: No, you Beast: No! I can't... Belle: You never learn to read? Beast: Only a little, and long ago Belle
Morning, Belle! [Belle:] 'Morning, Monsieur. [Baker:] Where are you off to? [Belle:] The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and
day Just what we've got... Belle: No matter what Maurice: Now some may say all fathers just exaggerate Belle: That ev'ry daughter's great? Maurice: You are! Belle: And
the Lord and here we go! [Gaston:] We'll lay siege to the castle and bring back his head! [Belle:] I have to warn the Beast! This is all
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
[Belle:] There's something sweet And almost kind But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
Maurice... LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking Lefou: A dangerous pastime Gaston: I know. But that whacky old coot is Belle's father And his sanity'
the end, you'll see. I hope that we'll be friends Though I don't know you well If anyone can make the most of living here Then, Belle, it's you And who