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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