Beauty Becoming the Beast?
Once upon a time, I’ve could’ve been a beast
If I judged one from the inside
That’ll make history
Then the witch came and slayed
And it seemed just like a dream
I told her, how dare, no not for me
Forgoing all my chivalry
I shouted it is lies, it is fame
You’ve pointed at me,
I’ve took the blame
The world around me, chose the part
And I’ve played into this silly game.
Beauty and wits,
Yes, that’s me, I am it, I am it
But there is truly a grand one
That I know who really does fit
He is cocky, he is bare
Search his soul, here the bells
Gaston, Yes, Gaston
Would fit this beastly misfit
For the beast to be me
Will doom this world quite surly
O’ witch, O’ witch
I know the one Gaston, surely fits.
Now for the end,
Me and Belle
We became quite the friends
Sad, sad, sad
He won’t make it to the end.
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