Baby, you're like a student and I'm like a math book...you solve all my problems.
Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.
Are you a math teacher? Because you got me harder than calculus.
I'll take you to the limit as X approaches infinity.
What say we slip between my beta-pleated sheets and you get to know my alpha-helix?
I don't know if you're in my range, but I'd sure like to take you back to my domain.
If you were a graphics calculator, I'd look at your curves all day long!
My friends told me that I should ask you out because you can't differentiate.
I'm not being obtuse, but you're acute girl.
My attraction to you is an inversed square law.