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Heart of a Gold Digger


She’s nothing like the rest of us

   Belle of the ball,

And her father, the town outcast

   She dreamed of having it all

 

So she had a plan,

   Was she brave?

As she was cunning

   The beast was tricked into love

The magic curse had him a slave

 

So she used it to her advantage

  No longer poor,

Belle had become a princess

    She was poor no more

 

Belle was once considered a prisoner

    But she returned of her own free will,

Rejecting Gaston who promised her a comfortable life

   To remain in the castle upon the hill

 

Lil’ Wayne might say it best

   Belle’s dress was gold

But everyone knew

   Belle was a gold digger 

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