Sweet dreams are made of cheese
Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
Who am I to offer you brie?
I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas,
Everybody is looking for Sunday.
Some of them want to feed you!
Some of them want to get fed by you.
Some of them want to amuse you,
Some of them want to be amused.
(Long instrumental…)
Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
Who am I to offer you brie?
I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas,
Everybody is looking for Sunday.
Some of them want to feed you!
Some of them want to get fed by you.
Some of them want to amuse you!
Some of them want to be amused!!!
I wanna kangaroo to amuse you,
I wanna know what’s inside that stew.
Moving home, I keep moving home,
Moving home, I’m moving hooommme.
Moving home, I’m moving home,
Moving hooooommmme!!!
(Long instrumental…)
Sweet dreams are made of cheese,
Who am I to offer you brie?
I’ve travelled the world on a sea of fleas,
Everybody is looking for Sunday.
Some of them want to feed you!
Some of them want to get fed by you!
Some of them want to amuse you,
Some of them want to be am-----used----!!!
I’m gonna peekaboo and amuse you,
I’m gonna know what’s inside!!
Gonna peekaboo and amuse you,
I’m gonna know what’s inside,
Stew…
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've been singing these lyrics to Marilyn Manson's Sweet Dreams song for years, so I thought I would write them down for other people to read. PS Stew is a meal in Britain (A dish of meat, fish or other food cooked by stewing).
- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
This is so funny!!!!!
Thank you.
Alright, I'm a Brie lover. I can live with that. Good job.
Thanx.
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