I have some hard code I want to try your compiler on.
Three things cannot be longer hidden: the sun, the moon, and my love for you.
I wish they had a stationary bike built for two here.
Want to make some parallel motion back to my place?
How many positions can you get into?
(give a dozen plastic roses) "I'll stop loving you, when these roses die".
How about we ditch this joint and go study some anatomy?
Dance? Well…Let me read you the story tonight when I tuck us into bed!
If you were a reed, I'd be a clarinet - I can't function without you latched onto me.
Baby, you're like Katy Perry's single "California Gurls" (Why's that?) Cause I just can't get you out of my head!