Yeah the Louvre is, The Louvre is in Lisa?s hands,
And the muse is, well it is also Lisa,
I know coz once this river crossed, I finally wrote these parts,
Running through the photographs, of you stored in my heart,
A tourist laughs are overlapping, laughing half the time,
I'm running over thoughts of you, stored in my mind,
My mind, la la la la loved are the days, ha ha,
La la la love love every way, that we sing those songs,
While she sang a- long,
The Louvre is, ha ha, the Louvre is in Lisa?s hands,
And the mus-ic, is reason enough to dance,
Well we through away our Valentine?s, and we never compromised,
The cheese and wine, at one every night, and left us so inviting,
Yeah we were commandeering melodies, and never waking up
Left her dreaming of a scene, of forever making love,
Love, love, so la la love loved are days, la la love love every way,
That we sang those songs, while you played a- long,
Yeah the Louvre is, the Louvre is in Lisa?s hands.
- Au Revior !
