I just broke my G-string. Can I borrow yours?
My love for you is the null hypothesis and you'll always fail to reject it.
You give Lipton's theory of loveliness new meaning.
I'd like to transfigure you into my cloak. That way I can have you wrapped around me all day.
We have great chemistry, let's do some biology.
Baby I want to bang you as hard as I bang the keys of my piano when I play Beethoven's 5th symphony.
Are you made of Nickel, Cerium, Arsenic and Sulfur? Because you've got a NiCe AsS!
Are you a keyboard? Because you're my type!
All pointers in my memory point to your address.