God was just showing off when he made you.
Can I call you "whom"? Because you're the object — of my affections.
Excuse me, do you happen to have a Band-Aid? ‘Cause I scraped my knees falling for you.
Do you want to die happy?
I've heard lovemaking is a killer.
If you texted me every time I thought of you, you'd be blowing up my phone.
Can I take a picture of you so Santa knows what I want for Christmas?