WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Hitrecord - Beastly Beauty Ukulele | Ver. 1
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A long time ago, in a story so old
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There was a beauty and a beast, or so I've been told
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They were these two strangers, two lonely souls
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But it's not what you think, no, here's how it goes:
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Let's start with the Beast, he was ugly and scary
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Pathetic and poor, and horribly hairy
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The outside was rough, but once he smiled
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You could see that he had a heart of gold inside
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The Beast loved a Beauty, this pretty little thing
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She was the fairest of them all, and she could dance and sing
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But unlike the beast whose love shined the best
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She loved herself, never cared for the rest
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Oh la Belle et la Bete
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Quelle tragedie
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Elle est comme le jour
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Il est comme la nuit
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Il est amoureux
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Elle ne se soucie pas
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Vont-ils mourir tout seule?
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On verra
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One day the beast found the Beauty 'Perfection'
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Sitting by the lake (making love to her reflection)
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The Beast then decided that it was the time
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To tell the pretty Beauty of his feelings inside
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He stepped out from the shades with a flower in hand
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Said bravely: 'My lady, the fairest in this land,
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I might not be a prince, but my heart beats for you!'
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Oh the Beauty just laughed, so cold, so cruel
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'You smelly old fat hairy pig,' she said
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'You thought I could love you? I'd rather be dead!'
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Still laughing she turned and danced to her home
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Leaving the Beast, heart-broken, and all alone
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Oh la Belle et la Bete
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Quelle tragedie
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Elle est comme le jour
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Il est comme la nuit
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Il est amoureux
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Mais elle s'en fou
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Qui sera content
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Apres tous?
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While the Beauty lives all by herself still today
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The Beast learned his lesson and changed his ways
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He found that true beauty cannot be seen
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And that things are most likely not what they seem
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