Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.
Do you have any sunscreen? Because you are burning me up!
If I were a transplant surgeon, I'd give you my heart.
How was heaven when you left it?
Am I dead, Angel? Cause this must be heaven!
My lenses turn dark in the sunshine of your love.
Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.
I might be a physics major, but I'm no Bohr in bed.
(With hands on shoulders) Oh, those are shoulder blades, I thought they were wings.
[Look at his/her shirt label. When they say, "What are you doing?":] Checking to see if you were made in heaven.