Amsterdam

All my late night rendezvous 

Have since been eclipsed

By stable days and nights with you.

You save me from the spiders in my shoes,

And when storm clouds start grumbling, I save you.

And I know that this sounds cheesy--

But I don't care. I don't care!

Because I happen to know you fucking love cheese.

And for you babe, 

I'll be the best cheese.

I'll be thy holy Swiss cheese,

I'll be your buttered Brie.

And when we've aged 50 years? 

Well then babe, 

I'll be your goddamn Gouda.

At least, that's what I want to be

 If you'll let me.

I want to be the finest cheese your tongue has ever tasted.

So lay your wine-stained lips on me; 

Let's see how we pair.