Tickle your pussy with a feather? (What?) I said, "Particularly nice weather."
I'm writing a book and could use your help. It's a phone book and it's missing your number.
Girl, I'm a botanist and all I want is to cloro-fill you.
Let's have a future diary. A diary of the future of you and me.
Are you the dub to my step? Cause' I wub wub wub you.
I always thought it was just a fairy tale. But now I realize you really are made from sugar, spice and everything nice.
You give Lipton's theory of loveliness new meaning.
You make me feel special.
You are deserving of masterful poetry, not mere words.
My heart forgets to beat the moment it sees you.