BELLE:
Papa, do you think I'm...odd?

MAURICE:
My daughter odd? Where did you get an idea like that?

BELLE:
I don't know. It's just that, well, people talk.

MAURICE:
They talk about me, too.
No, we're not odd, its [bad word] No fam'ly ever saner
Except one uncle who...well, maybe let that pass
In all you say or do
You couldn't make it plainer
You are your mother's daughter; therefore you are class

BELLE:
So I should just accept
I'm simply not like them

MAURICE:
They are [bad word] herd
And you should take my word
You are unique: creme de la creme
No matter what you do
I'm on your side
And if my point of view
Is somewhat misty-eyed
There's nothing clearer in my life
Than what I wish and feel for you
And that's a lot...
No matter what

BELLE:
No matter what they say
You make me proud
I love the funny way
You stand out from the crowd

MAURICE:
It's my intention my invention
Shows the world out there one day
Just what we've got...

BELLE:
No matter what

MAURICE:
Now some may say all fathers just exaggerate

BELLE:
That ev'ry daughter's great?

MAURICE:
You are!

BELLE:
And ev'ry daughter tends to say her father's tops

MAURICE:
She pulls out all the stops
To praise him

BELLE:
And quite rightly!

MAURICE:
No matter what the pain [bad word] this far
I pray that you remain
Exactly as you are
This really is a case of father knowing best

BELLE:
And daughter too!

MAURICE:
You're never strange

BELLE:
Don't ever change

BOTH:
You're all I've got
No matter what.