Let's get out of here and explore the North Pole. I'm a rebel without a Claus.
Thinking about you is like breathing. It can't stop and it's essential for my survival.
They asked me for drugs, so I told them about your smile.
I'd tap that snare drum.
Are you chemist? Because I want to do you periodically on a table.
You have a trojan? Hmm...I think I'll need to take a look at that backdoor.
How about me and you go back to my place and form a covalent bond?
Are you sitting on the F5 key? Cause your ass is refreshing.
I prefer tromboner over anyone else.
I've got a curved stick.