Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.
Baby, if you were oceanic crust and I was a continent, I'd let you subduct so we can make hot hot magma.
I want to have your children and lie to them about Santa.
I think of you every second I am awake and dream of you every minute I am asleep.
Guy: Can I see your hand? I want to tell you your fortune (taking girl's hand and writing phone number on it) Guy: There's your future.
Nice rebuttal.
Since distance equals velocity times time, let's let velocity and time approach infinity, because I want to go all the way with you.
I want to do unspeakable things to you. Or we can have a dinner.
Being without you is like being a metric space in which exists a cauchy sequence that does not converge.
You must be a mirage because you're so beautiful and I'm having a heatstroke.