To be sung to the tune of I write Sins, Not Tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Oh, Well imagine,

As I'm patrolling the streets of my city Paris,

I just can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear Marinette say some words.

("I love Adrien")

What a beautiful photo!

"What a beautiful photo" says the young girl to the magazine,

Yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor boy's dad is an ASS!

I'd chime in with "Haven't you people ever heard of thinking of me as Chat, oh"

"I'm not Adrien, no not anymore, just think with Poise and Rationality"

(But I) can't chime in, or else she'd find out who I was, oh,

And she might hate me forever.

I need to keep my identity secret, but I can't be him.

Oh well in fact...

Well I'll look at it this way I mean technically my secret is saved,

Well this calls for a toast, though it kills my brain.

OH! Well in fact. Well I'll look at it this way I mean technically my secret is saved,

Well this calls for a toast, though it kills my brain, I'm going insane.

YESSSSSS

I'd chime in with "Haven't you people ever heard of thinking of me as Chat, oh"

"I'm not Adrien, no not anymore, just think with Poise and Rationality"

(But I) can't chime in, or else she'd find out who I was, oh,

And she might hate me forever.

I need to keep my identity secret, but I can't be him.

AGAIN!