When I h
ave rencontred
you,
You wa
s a jeune fille au p
air,
And I
put a spell on
you,
And you
roule a pelle to
me,
Together we go partout,
On my mob it was super,
It was friday on my mind,
It was a story d´amou-our.
It is
not because you
are,
C´est pas
parc´que you are
mine,
Qu´I am y
ours, qu´I am you
rs
You was really beautiful
In the middle of the foule
Don´t let me misunderstood
Don´t let me sinon I boude
My loving, my marshmallow,
You are belle and I am beau
You give me all what you have
I said thank you, you are bien brave
I wanted marry with you
And make love very beaucoup
To have a max of children
Just like Stone and Charden
But one day that must arrive
Together we disputed
For a stupid story of fric
We decide to divorced
It is
not because you
are,
C´est pas
parc´que you are
mine,
Qu´I am y
ours, qu´I am you
rs
You chialed comme une madeleine
Not me, I have my dignity
You tell me: « you are sale mec! »
I tell you: « poil to the bec! »
That´s comme ça that you thank me
To have learning you English?
« Eh! that´s not you qui m´a appris,
My grand-father was rosbeef. »