I know a mystery even Detective Conan can't solve: The mystery of how you got so damn beautiful!
Billions of neutrinos penetrate you every second...Mind if I join in?
Want to test the spring constant of my matress?
Baby, we've got chemistry together... next period.
You wanna know what's beautiful? Read the first word again.
The direction fields of my heart all point to you.
You must be a magnetic monopole because all i get from you is attraction.
Your breasts must be made of sand…because I want to bury my head in them.
My love for you is like a concave up function because it is always increasing.
If you wake up in a RED room, with no windows or doors...don't be alarmed, babyqirl..you're just in my heart.