Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme, Beauty and the Beast.[singing]
And, as I always say, if it’s not Baroque, don’t fix it.
You must help her to see past all that.[to Beast]
You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you, and poof! The spell is broken. We’ll be human again by midnight.
What is dinner without a little music?
Well, there’s the usual things. Flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep.[Beast: I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I want to do something for her. But what?]
Well, some people use their imagination.[Gaston: How can you read this? There’s no pictures.]
Try to be patient, sir. The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.[to Beast]
Watch now on:
There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined, and now he’s dear and so unsure, I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.[singing]
The whole town’s talking about it. It’s not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking.[to Belle]
Tale as old as time, tune as old as song, bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong.[singing]
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 scared, neither one prepared, Beauty and the Beast.[singing]