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)