Your daddy must be a drug dealer, cuz you’re dope.
Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.
Your lips look so lonely…Would they like to meet mine?
Sorry, I can’t hold on… I’ve already fallen for you.
You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.
You must be Jelly, cause jam don’t shake like that.
You are so fine, I wish I could plant you and grow a whole field of you!
You know, Dr. Phil says I’m afraid of commitment…Want to help prove him wrong?
You know, I wanna go inside your wine cabinet and pull myself out a stiff one.
You know, sweetie, my lips won’t just kiss themselves…
What time do you have to be back in heaven?
When God made you, he was showing off.
When I first saw you, I knew we could win the Stanley Cup in tonsil hockey.
Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?
What do you want for Christmas? A date with you!
Was your Dad a baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns.