What’s Gouda, girl?

Girl, I see you looking. There’s no denying our chemistry. I know you want to run your lips all over me.

Go. Take a nibble. I know you’re melting.

I’m soft and creamy. Irresistible to everyone that comes near.

Did I say I go grate in mac and cheese?

What’s Gouda girl? Don’t play coy. I know you want me.