I was living in a magazin When you let your ladder down Jingle in your jeans There was glitter on the ground Gloss of freon air Bells were ringing out Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room I know you're not looking for love But are you still looking for me? Can you tell when you've had enough? When the light's out what do you see? Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room Shined teeth Grinding up the moon Nice dream Lying in your room

"Help! Someone help me!" "Maurice?" "Please! Please! I need your help! He's got her, he's got her locked in the dungeon!" "Who?" "Belle! We must go! Not-not a minute to lose!" "Whoa! Slow down Maurice! Who's got Belle locked in a dungeon?" "A Beast! A horrible, monstrous Beast!" "Hehehehe" "Is it a big Beast?" "Huge!" "With a long, ugly snout?" "Hideously ugly!" "And sharp, cruel fangs?" "Yes, yes! Will you help me?" "All right, old man. We'll help you out." "You will? Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Crazy old Maurice!" "Hehe. He's always good for a laugh." "Crazy old Maurice, hmmm? Crazy old Maurice, hmmm" LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking A dangerous pastime I know But that whacky old coot is Belle's father And his sanity's only so-so Now the wheels in my head have been turning Since I looked at that loony, old man See, I've promised myself I'd be married to Belle And right now I'm evolving a plan "If I..." "Yes? Then we..." "No! Would she?" "Guess! Now I get it!" "Let's go!" No one Plots like Gaston Takes cheap shots like Gaston Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating My what a guy Gaston!