| Cheese
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| I love cheese, but it’s plain to see
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| That cheese… doesn’t love me
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| I am such a fool in love
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| I just cannot get enough
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| But it’s an unrequited love
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| I can feel it in my guts
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| I spend the nights, tossing and turning
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| My stomach is churning
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| My heart is a-burning
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| My nightmares are turning upon me and shame me
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| To drive me insane, oh the pain, I complain, on my brain
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| And I wake up, with sweat on my brow
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| I know I gotta give it up and I must do it now
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| But instead in the morning when my wife is gone
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| I find myself back on
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| And I know that it’s wrong but I’m soon navigating
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| To real mature stuff and skanky old ladies
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| Feeding my fetish for fettered old fetta
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| Photos of friesian on beds of bruschetta
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| The worse they smell, the more they swing
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| The faster the speed, my mouth gets wet, oh god!
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| Ooh! |
| Oh!
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| J’adore le fromage
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| Mais le fromage ne pas adore me
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| Rien, je ne regrette rien
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| 'Cept perhaps last night’s half-wheel of double cream brie
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| Trying to replace my fondues with fon-don'ts
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| Trying to develop strength of will, but I know that I won’t
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| I have found love is never fair
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| We should be such a marvellous pair
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| But each time I bring her home she goes and renders me comatose
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| And leaves me self loathing slumped on my chair
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| I cannot camen-bear it anymore
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| E-damn you, mon amour
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| Everytime I lead you through the door
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| I end up curled up on the floor
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| Oh god, my poor heart is too sore, so no more!
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| But before I give you up, I just need one more tiny taste
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| To leave you like this, would be a criminal waste
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| Just one more tiny taste, darling please
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| Just one more little sliver of C-H-E-E-S-E
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| Cheese!
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| Cheese
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| Funky, funky, funky, funky cheese
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| Cheese!
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| Oh cheese!
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| Cheese! |