Hey baby, you've got something on your butt: MY EYES.
Are you a keyboard? Because you're my type!
Are you Vietnamese? Because I'm falling pho you.
I know today isn't Christmas because when I woke up, you weren't under my tree.
Would you like to come to a party in my toolshed?
Baby, you're the honey on my bunches of oats!
Lookin' mmm... mmm... good!
Are you an oscillating fan? 'Cause your phone is ringing.
Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner.
The longer you stay, the more zombies appear.