My real costume is at home in a box under my bed.
You look so good, you're making my crotch rise from the dead.
That skeleton over there said he'd get your number for me, but he didn't have the guts, so here I am.
I don't want your candy, what I really want is your number.
I would totally carve your pumpkin.
Want to go somewhere for a spell?
I want to ask you out, but I've got butterflies in my stomach. And worms. And maggots...
Are you being a ghost for Halloween, or are you just my boo?
You're the only treat I want in my sack this Halloween.
Are you dressed up as a tree? Cause you're giving me wood.