Let's have a future diary. A diary of the future of you and me.
You light up my world like a piccolo lights up the sharp side of a tuner.
No, that's not an iPod mini in my pocket. I'm just happy to see you.
I was wondering if you'd like to go back to My-Space, so I can Twitter with your Yahoo, until I Google all over your Facebook?
Your chin rest isn't the only thing that gives good hickeys.
You're so sexy and that's a deadly sin!
Girl, I'd fake blindness just to touch you inappropriately.
I've seemed to have lost my hug, can I have yours?
God must have been in a very good mood the day we met.
Right now we're just two RNA, but maybe we could transcribe together and become DNA.