City of Love
So, Phineas, what do you think of the city of love?
I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts
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
That awning could be used as a sail
Or you know, a parachute, depending on how things go
Take a break and smell these flowers
Underneath the Eiffel Tower
I wonder if they still have pieces of that hanging around
The rivets would come in handy
Oh, Phineas
Won't you share a crème brûlée with me?
Hey, look at that nifty little blow torch
How perfect could this be
In the city of love? (In the city of love)
In the city of love (in the city of love)
We could try some fancy cheese
Or peruse the galleries
I wonder if oil-based paint is combustible, as a rocket fuel
Isn't this a perfect day?
How do I look in this beret?
Oh, that reminds me, we might need helmets
Oh, how can he not feel the same way
When we're strolling down the Champs-Élysées
In the city of love? (In the city of love)
(In the city of love)
I wish that he would whisper, "Ma chérie, t'aime"
But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane
In the city of love (in the city of love)
In the city of love (in the city of love)
In the city of love (in the city of love)
I wish it was the City of Airplane Parts
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
That awning could be used as a sail
Or you know, a parachute, depending on how things go
Take a break and smell these flowers
Underneath the Eiffel Tower
I wonder if they still have pieces of that hanging around
The rivets would come in handy
Oh, Phineas
Won't you share a crème brûlée with me?
Hey, look at that nifty little blow torch
How perfect could this be
In the city of love? (In the city of love)
In the city of love (in the city of love)
We could try some fancy cheese
Or peruse the galleries
I wonder if oil-based paint is combustible, as a rocket fuel
Isn't this a perfect day?
How do I look in this beret?
Oh, that reminds me, we might need helmets
Oh, how can he not feel the same way
When we're strolling down the Champs-Élysées
In the city of love? (In the city of love)
(In the city of love)
I wish that he would whisper, "Ma chérie, t'aime"
But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane
In the city of love (in the city of love)
In the city of love (in the city of love)
In the city of love (in the city of love)
Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Swampy Marsh, Dan Povenmire, Martin Olson, Bobby Gaylor, Michael Gerard Jr. Culross
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