All pointers in my memory point to your address.
Let's go do something fun.
Do I know you? (No.) Well I would sure like to.
Damn Girl, you're cute, let me get your email address.
I have a flute you can blow.
Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
I hope there's a fire truck nearby, cause you're smokin'!
Do you hear that? That rhythmic pounding noise? Oh it's just my heart beating.
How about your red phosphorus coating and my short stick get together? Cuz its obvious we're a match.
I think I love you – in that dress. Haha, caught myself.