City Of Love

We could share a crêpe sucrée
At this Parisian café
Phineas: Huh. That awning could be used as a sail! Or, you know, a parachute,
depending on how things go Isabella: Take a break and smell these flowers
Underneath the Eiffel Tower
Phineas: I wonder if they still have pieces of that hanging around?
The rivets would come in handy
Isabella: Oh, Phineas…
Won’t you share a crème brûlée with me?
Phineas: Hey, look at that nifty little blow torch
Isabella: How perfect could this be In the City of Love?
Couples: (In the City of Love)
Isabella: In the City of Love
Ferb: (In the City of Love)
Isabella: We could try some fancy cheese
Or peruse the galleries
Phineas: I wonder if oil-based paint is combustible… as a rocket fuel
Isabella: Isn’t this a perfect day?
How do I look in this beret?
Phineas: Oh, that reminds me! We might need helmets
Isabella: Oh, how can he not feel the same way
When we’re strolling down the Champs-Élysées
In the City of Love?
Lady: (In the City of Love)
Couples: (In the City of Love)
Isabella: I wish that he would whisper «ma chérie, je t’aime»
But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane
In the City of Love
Artist: (In the City of Love)
Isabella: In the City of Love (in the City of Love)
In the City of Love… (in the City of Lo-o-ove…)