Well if I were a painter, I'd put you down in paint. I'd hang you by the Mona Lisa and put that girl to shame.
Speaking to guy/girl who's staring: You know, my mother always told me it was impolite to stare... So what do you say we dance?
It's a felony in this state to look that good, but if you turn around, I'll let you off with a warning.
Hey, baby. Can I be your Mrs. Right? (Who cares if we're still young? It only means we get to spend more time together.)