I'll show you my tan lines if you show me yours.
I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.
You are the reason Santa even has a naughty list.
If you were oxygen, I would be an alkali metal so i could get in you and explode!
Right now we're just two RNA, but maybe we could transcribe together and become DNA.
You are the photon to my photosystem: you excite my electron until I reach my reaction centre.
If I could reach out and hold a star for everytime you've made me smile, I'd hold the sky in the palm of my hand.
I wrote your name in the sky but the clouds blue it away.
Are you as sweet as candy, cause I want to lick you like a lollypop.
You look like the morning sun after a long night of darkness.