You're so hot, I could fry an egg on your head.
You're like a great song -- I just can't get you out of my head.
You must be a broom, 'cause you swept me off my feet.
You know, my lips aren't going to kiss themselves.
Your feet must hurt, because you've been running through my mind all day.
Finally! Someone good enough for me!
I lost my dreidel -- can I take you for a spin?
You know those long walks on the beach everyone's always talking about? We should take one sometime.
So, where do you hide your wings, angel?
Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to lie to my diary again?
If I were a frog, you'd be the first lilypad I'd jump on.
I can tie a cherry stem in a knot using only my tongue -- wanna see?
My friends call me Sugar Lips -- wanna find out why?
When God made you, he was totally showing off.
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