There are people who say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Apparently, none of them have ever been in your arms.
Come sit on my lap and we can talk about the first thing that "pops up".
Theres a party in my pants and your invited.
The FBI wants to steal my penis. Can I hide it inside you?
You are the solution to my homogeneous system of linear equations.
I'm a drummer, banging is what we do.
One night with me and you'll hit all the high notes.
I hear you're a second bass. Want to go to third with me?
Did you damage my cerebellum? Because I'm falling all over the place for you.
No ring? You should be someone's husband.