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.
Hey girl, wanna blow my trombone?
I'm lost. Can you tell me which road leads to your heart?
Lesbi honest about how terrible men are.