Emphysema puffs pink, chronic bronchitis makes you blue, but no COPD makes me as breathless as you.
Write the following on a napkin and give it to a cute girl: "Smile if you want to have sex with me." Watch her smile!
If you wake up one day and were asked to have a wish, what would it be? Mine would be that our love would last until you see an apple in an orange tree.
Let's play a love game. I'll be Alejandro, you be Lady Gaga and I'll let you take a ride on my disco stick. Composers always score.
Girl when I see that body of yours it creates a stress on my heart and a strain on my "beam".
Your eyes are the sky, your lips are my sea, and your body is the land where I want to live.