I'll kiss you in the rain, so you get twice as wet.
God must have been in a very good mood the day we met.
Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.
Pick a number between 1 and 10. You lose, now take off your clothes.
What is the cross between the moon and the stars? You.
Right now we're just two RNA, but maybe we could transcribe together and become DNA.
I love you beyond a reasonable doubt.
Are you Vietnamese? Because I'm falling pho you.
How bout you come over here and let me put my damp-it in your f-hole.
Sorry, er...you are so pretty I just forgot what to say.