Who does she think she is?
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That girl has tangled
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with the wrong man.
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No one says 'no' to Gaston!
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Darn right!
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Dismissed. Rejected.
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Publicly humiliated.
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Why, it's more than I can bear.
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More beer?
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What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
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Who, you? Never. Gaston,
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you've got to pull yourself together.
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Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
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Looking so down in the dumps
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Every guy here'd love to be you,
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Gaston Even when taking your lumps
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There's no man in town as admired as you
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You're everyone's favorite guy
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Everyone's awed and inspired by you
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And it's not very hard to see why!
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No one's slick as Gaston,
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no one's quick as Gaston
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No one's next as incredibly thick as Gaston
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For there's no man in town half as manly
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Perfect, a pure paragon!
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You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley
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And they'll tell you who's team
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they'd prefer to be on!
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No one's been like Gaston,
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a king-pin like Gaston
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No one's got a swell cleft
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in his chin like Gaston
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As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
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My, what a guy that Gaston!
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Give five hurrahs, give twelve hip-hips
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Gaston is the best and the rest is all drips!
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No one fights like Gaston,
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no one bites like Gaston
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In a wrestling match,
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nobody bites like Gaston
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For there's no one as burly and brawny
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As you see I've got biceps to spare
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Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny
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That's right! And every last bit
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of me's covered with hair!
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No one hits like Gaston,
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matches wits like Gaston
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In a spitting match,
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nobody spits like Gaston!
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I'm especially good at expectorating! Ptooey!
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Ten points for Gaston!
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When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
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Every morning to help me get large!
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And now that I'm grown,
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I eat five dozen eggs
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So I'm roughly the size of a barge!
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No one shoots like Gaston,
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makes those beauts like Gaston
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Then goes tromping around
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wearing boots like Gaston
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I use antlers in all of my decorating!
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My what a guy! Gaston!!!!!!!
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Gaston
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| Alan Menken |
