I blame your perfect breasts for my inability to focus during our conversations.
When Santa saw you he came early.
I don't really know if you're beautiful or not. I'm still enamored by your eyes.
Are you one of the Job's daughters? Because you're twice as beautiful as any other girl I've ever seen.
Where's the 'like' button for that smile?
So your dad – was he a king or something? (Why?) Well, he must have been a king to make a princess like you.
You must be Halle Berry's twin sister; the one they don't talk about because she's much more beautiful.
Mind if I get drunk with you?
I cannot stop thinking about you even if I was guaranteed to hit the jackpot if I did.
Someone should tell the Old Gods and the New Gods that heaven is missing an angel.