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C-H-E-E-S-ECheeseCheeseCheeseC-H-E-E-S-ECheeseCheeseI love cheese, but its plain to seeThat cheese, doesn't love meI am such a fool in loveI just cannot get enoughBut it's an unrequited loveI can feel it in my gutsI spend the nights, tossing and turningMy stomach is churningMy heart is a-burningMy nightmares are turning upon me and shame meTo drive me insane, oh the pain, I complain on my brainLetras de cancionesAnd I wake up, with sweat on my browI know I gotta give it up and I must do it nowBut instead in the morning when my wife is gone I find myself back on cheeseworld.comAnd I know that it's wrong but I'm soon navigatingTo real mature stuff and skanky old ladiesFeeding my fetish for fettered old fettaPhotos of friesian on beds of bruschettaThe more they smell the more they swingThe faster the speed my mouth gets wet oh god Oh godJe dois le fromage? (I can't make out most of the French)'Cept perhaps last night's post mid night double cream brieTrying to replace my fon-do's with fon-don'tsTrying to develop strength of will, but I know that I won'tI have found love is never fairWe should be such a marvellous pairBut each time I bring her home she goes, renders me comatoseLeaves me with self loathing slumped on my chairI cannot camen-bear it anymoreE-damn you ?Everytime I lead you through the doorI end up curled up on the floorOh god my poor heart is too sore, so no moreBut before I give you up, I just need one more tiny tasteTo leave you like this, would be a criminal wasteJust one more tiny taste, darling pleaseJust one more little slither of C-H-E-E-S-ECheeseCheeseCheese, cheese, cheeseCheese From Letras Mania