Curds Ain't It, Sweetie

[Verse] Well, cottage cheese sat on the shelf so high, Wondering why the world just passed it by, It thought, "Am I not creamy, am I not rich?" But darling, those curds ain't scratching the itch. [Verse 2] Poor cottage cheese just wants to belong, Next to cheddar and brie in that cheese song, But it's a curdled mystery no one can solve, While Gouda and Swiss are too smooth to involve. [Chorus] Curds ain't it, sweetie, the people have spoken, Those lumps ain't the dream they've all been hoping, You're hardly a cheese, just a sad dairy blip, Oh, curds ain't it, sweetie, better get a grip. [Bridge] Feta and mozzarella can dance the night away, But when it’s your turn, they’ve nothing to say, It’s tough being lumpy in a world so sleek, While Parmesan's ruling at the top of Cheese Peak. [Verse 3] Cottage cheese dreams of a day it’ll rule, But its curds keep it back from being cool, No charcuterie board will ever lament, The absence of those curds, such fragrant dissent. [Chorus] Curds ain't it, sweetie, the public decree, You're an oddball in this fromage decree, You’re hardly a cheese, like an awkward blip, Oh, curds ain't it, sweetie, better tighten your grip.