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.