Sonalogue

Little town
It's a quiet village
Every day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say


There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?



Oh, isn't this amazing?
It's my favorite part because you'll see
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three!


I'm nothing like the rest of them
Yes, different from the rest of them





There must be more than this provincial life!



It's a pity and a sin
I doesn't quite fit in

I really am different from the rest of them
Yes, different from the rest of them