Want to get dinner sometime? (Yeah, I'm old fashioned.)
My house is definitely not a palace, but you are the princess of my heart.
You are the Apple of my i-Mac.
A song from your lips is an aria from heaven.
Now I know why Solomon had 700 wives...Because he never met you.
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.
We should play strip poker. You can strip and I'll poke you.
I wanna get all hot and sweaty and listen to you breathe hard...so, you wanna go running?
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?