All I want for Christmas is you. Seriously. Get in the box.
Baby, you don't need defense against my dark arts.
The thought of being wonderfully in love with you, I just can't get it out of my head.
I'm damn good. Believe it!
I think Pythagorean Theorem won't work on you. You're so damn acute.
Is it a sin that you stole my heart?
Is it warm out here, or are you in heat?
To me amortentia smells just like you.
I can't find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?
If you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple.