My wish was to see a shooting star and apparently it came true 'cause I met you.
I am dying to kiss you, to hug you with my arms, to caress your skin, to reach your tenderness and your passion. To love you.
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?
Is your father a thief? 'Cause he stole the sparkle from the stars and put it in your eyes.
If I could program the universe, I would allocate you and I in contiguous memory blocks.
Baby, we've got chemistry together... next period.
I want our love to be like pi, irrational and never ending.
I get uneasy meeting new people. So I am forcing myself to approach the prettiest girl in the room and introduce myself.
I didn't know that angels could fly so low!