Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.
You be the battery, I'll be the aluminum foil and together we'll light up the world.
I'd like to plug my solution into your equation.
Right now we're just two RNA, but maybe we could transcribe together and become DNA.
There's something wrong with my phone. It doesn't have your number in it.
Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?
You make my software turn into hardware!
If you were a tear drop, I would never cry so that I wouldn't lose you.
Your shirt has to go, but you can stay.
Since sex is a killer, would you like to die happy?