Well, to be the cheese, you have to be really desirable, to the point that you can lure someone to their death in a boobie trap.
As the very phrase hints, if you're a man, you need to have an extremely good body, in top condition, to have even a small fraction of the luring power a homely woman has to that effect.
So I can't be the cheese. More like some dull object lying in a corner of the scene, too unremarkable to be mentioned in the song
You could be the discarded piece of cheese in a leftover sandwich that's been forgotten for several weeks and has now turned into a dusty blob even rejected by mice. But, I bet the cockroaches would still eat you.