Mc Enroe's Poetry

I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)

I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
When he put the strings in glow
J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-John Mc Enroe

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

John Mc Enroe
J-J-John Mc Enroe
Ho, when he put the strings in glow

My name is John Mc Enroe
Do you know my poetry?
It will be written with blood
With the blood of the bad referies
My tennis bag smells like gun smoke
And there's no tennis stuff anymore
There's only strange books big maps
And a picture of a girl with a strawberry face

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)

My name is John Mc Enroe, do you know my poetry?
My name is John Mc Enroe, do you know my poetry?

I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
I feel like John Mc Enroe
When he puts the string in glow

John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe
John Mc Enroe

(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)
(John Mc Enroe)

Put it down



Credits
Writer(s): Mathias Malzieu, Eric Serra-tosio, Michael Ponton, Elisabeth Ferrer, Guillaume Stephane Garidel
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