Go away from my fridge, babe, Leave at your own chosen speed. I've only got a soft French cheese, It's not the one you need. You say you're lookin' for a cheese, Never weak but always strong, To attack you and offend you, With a truly awful pong. A cheese to make your neighbours stay indoors, But it ain't Brie, babe, no, no, no, It ain't Brie you're lookin' for, babe.
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