Lyrics:

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