Yeah the Louvre is, The Louvre is in Lisa's hands And the muse is, well it is also Lisa 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 along
The Louvre is, ha ha, the Louvre is in Lisa's hands And the music, is reason enough to dance
Well we throw 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 Yeah we were commandeering melodies, and never waking up
Love, love, so la la love loved are days, la la love love every way That we sang those songs, while you played along, La la la la La la la la