There's not enough batteries in the world to be satisfied by your beauty.
Baby, you're like a student and I'm like a math book...you solve all my problems.
You give Lipton's theory of loveliness new meaning.
Baby, if you let me pump my H+ ions into your intermembrane space, it would induce a massive conformational change in my f1 complex.
I want someone I can share my entire life with who will leave me alone most of the time.
Let's find a cozy little bed and breakfast where we can check our email.
Wanna alkylate my alkoxide? It's nucleophilic and ready to backside attack the halogen out of you.
You be the battery, I'll be the aluminum foil and together we'll light up the world.
Are you a math teacher? Because you got me harder than calculus.
I'll take you to the limit as X approaches infinity.