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:
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
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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? (in the City of Love)
In the City of Love

I wish that he would whisper "mon chérie, je t'aime"
But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane
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In the City of Love (in the City of Love)
In the City of Love... (in the City of Love)