My name might not be Luna, but I sure can Lovegood.
I used to believe in natural theology, but since I met you I've converted to divine revelation.
I like you more than Umbridge likes pink. And torture.
I want to have your children and lie to them about Santa.
You remind me of a Happy Meal...because I'm going to make you come with a toy inside.
Nice thighs. They would look great with my head between them.
If you were a concentration gradient I'd go down on you.
You stole my heart, so can I steal your last name?
You must be the fifth scale degree of the diatonic scale, because you're always dominant in my thoughts.
Hey baby...you know, pianists do it with ten fingers.