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

Yeah the Louvre is, the Louvre is in Lisa's hands