Hey baby, you know "One more time" doesn't really mean one more time.
You're kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.
Damn girl I'd love to kiss those beautiful, luscious lips. And the ones on your face.
If you were a basketball, would you let me lay you up?
Even if you're A-minor, I'll still play with you.
You. Me. At the dam snack bar in 5.
My love for you is like the A's and Daric Barton: it never dies.
When I'm seeing double, you're twice as hot.
I'd tell you a story about my penis... But it's to long.
How many fingers are too many?