We could share a crêpe sucrée
At this Parisian café
Isabella: Isn't this a perfect day?
How do I look in this beret?
Isabella: Oh, Phineas

Won't you share a crème brûlée with me?
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

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)