You are what you eat, and tonight I want to be you.
Nice legs. What time do they open?
Nothing gets me in the mood like knowing nearly every disgusting animal on the planet is having sex right now.
I wish you'd given me herpes so I'd have a reason not to miss you this much.
I was wondering if you'd like to go back to My-Space, so I can Twitter with your Yahoo, until I Google all over your Facebook?
You remind me of a Twinkie. Every time I bite into you, you cream in my mouth.
Your body is like 80% water and I'm thirsty.
Game of hide the sausage?
Do you like lollipops? Cause I'll take you to my candy shop.
These voices in my head that have been telling me to come over here and talk to you.