You’re My Best French

To celebrate this year’s French Open I penned a little gem.

(Original lyrics, John Deacon. Now improved upon by Me)

Ooh, you make Me live
Whatever Mr. Wimby can give to Me
It’s you, you give me more
Ooh, you make Me play now Roland
Ooh, you make Me live

That’s the best draw
That I’ve ever had
I’ve had good draws for a long time
Not like this one
And I want you to know
That My feelings are true
I really like you
You’re My best French

Ooh, you make Me play

And to the French fans
You always come back to Me
If Gael or shine
You’ve stood by Me fans
I’m happy at homes (happy at homes)
I’m your best friend.

Ooh, you make Me live
Whenever Mr. Wimby is cruel to Me
I got you to help Me always
Ooh, you make Me play now Roley
Ooh, you make Me live

Then there’s Nadal
With Uncle and Dad
How many times has he won here?
You’re the only one
That still prefers Me
I really love the draws that you do
You’re My best French

Ooh, you make Me live.

I’m happy, happy at homes
You’re My best Roland
I’m you’re best French
Ooh, you make Me play
You, you’re My best French.

Much love, PF xx

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