Babe, why must you be over chromatic? You cause me treble.
If you cannot sleep at night, don't count stars, count on me.
If I said you had a nice calculator, would you hold it against me?
Tickle your pussy with a feather? (What?) I said, "Particularly nice weather."
I'm writing a book and could use your help. It's a phone book and it's missing your number.
You're the CSS to my HTML.
Well if I were a painter, I'd put you down in paint. I'd hang you by the Mona Lisa and put that girl to shame.
Are you the dub to my step? Cause' I wub wub wub you.
I always thought it was just a fairy tale. But now I realize you really are made from sugar, spice and everything nice.
You are deserving of masterful poetry, not mere words.