City Of Love - Isabella

We could share a crêpe sucrée

At this Parisian café

Phineas: Huh.

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 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

Isabella: Oh, how can he not feel the same way

When we’re strolling down the Champs-Élysées

In the City of Love?

Lady: (In the City of Love)

Couples: (In the City of Love)

Isabella: I wish that he would whisper «ma chérie, je t’aime»

But all he wants to do is try to fix that plane

In the City of Love

Artist: (In the City of Love)

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

In the City of Love… (in the City of Lo-o-ove…)