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