The city of love

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The city of love

We could share a crepe sucree
at this parisian cafe
(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 te 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 creme brulee 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 chesse
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'restrolling down the Champs-Elysees
In the city of love
(In the city of love)
I wish that he would whisper
"ma cherie, je t'aime"
But all he want 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)