From The City Of
E.C. Illa aka Whitefolks Lyrics

[So, Phineas, what do you think of the City of Love?]
[I wish it were the City of Airplane Parts.]
[Not this again.]

We could share a crêpe sucrée
At this Parisian café
[Huh. 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 around? The rivets would come in handy.] [Oh, Phineas…]

Won't you share a crème brûlée with me?
[Is that a rat in a chef’s hat?]
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.]
[What, are you gonna burn the art?!]
Isn't this a perfect day?
How do I look in this beret?
[Oh, that reminds me! We might need helmets.]
[Ugh, we’re gonna wear turtles again, aren’t we?]

Oh, how can he not feel the same way
[“Adrien Fragrance”. Could be useful…]
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, je 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 LoOoOoOoOove)

[La fille est fleur bleue pour clochette. Mais les arbres cachent la forêt. Joyeuse saint Valentin!]