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One, two, three, four- |
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Cheese |
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Cheese |
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Cheese |
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C-H-E-E-S-E |
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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 gotta 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 cheese###.com |
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And I know that it's wrong but I'm soon navigating |
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To the real mature stuff and funky 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! |
