City of Love Songtext

von Isabella

Isabella: So, Phineas, what do you think of the City of Love?

Phineas: I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts...

Isabella: Oh, you're just too stressed! You should take a moment to relax and enjoy it.
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

Isabella: In the City of Love (in the City of Love)
In the City of Love... (in the City of Love)