Dear Crush, don't be scared if a fat guy in a red suit snatches you away on Christmas Eve. Sincerely, You were on my wish list.
You are a treasure that cannot be hidden as you shine so bright.
All I want for Christmas is you. Seriously. Get in the box.
Baby, you don't need defense against my dark arts.
The thought of being wonderfully in love with you, I just can't get it out of my head.
I'm damn good. Believe it!
I think Pythagorean Theorem won't work on you. You're so damn acute.
Is it warm out here, or are you in heat?
Let's you and me get together and read Evidence Explained some time.
I'm looking for a no-strings-attached cuddle buddy.