You give Lipton's theory of loveliness new meaning.
You've been a bad girl/boy. Go to my room.
Yeah, it's big and if you pet it, it spits.
You're getting a long one tonight, and I'm not talking about the Home Run Derby.
Our genitalia should get back in touch.
Hey! Are you the railgun? Cause I can feel a spark.
Your pick up lines are working, said no woman ever.
I'm not trying to impress you, but I say Voldemort out loud.
I want to have your children and lie to them about Santa.
I have E=mc2 tattooed on my ass. Wanna see?