If I had garden I'd But your two lips and my two lips together.
Since we've been told to reduce waste these days, what you say we use these condoms in my pocket before they expire.
How about we get into some Treble and go to Third Bass.
If you're going to regret this in the morning, we can sleep until the afternoon.
You realize, baby girl, everyone names their instruments. Want to name mine?
If I were a tractor and you were a plow, I would definitely hook up with you.
I bet my stick would feel great in your crease.
Are you cold? Let me be your electric blanket. Just plug me in and I'll make you feel nice and toasty inside and out.
I'll treat you like my homework, I'll slam you on the table and do you all night long.
My lips are registered weapons. Can I invade your personal space?