You make my software turn into hardware.
I always thought love was an abstract class until you made an instance of it.
You must be the square root of two, ’cause I feel irrational around you.
Are you a piece of carbon? ‘Cause I would love to date you.
Are you made of beryllium, gold, and titanium? ‘Cause you’re BeAuTiful!
Are your pants a compressed file? ‘Cause I’d like to unzip them.
Your beauty rivals the graphics of Call of Duty.
Just look at the keyboard — U and I belong together.
Your homepage or mine?
Im not staring, Im stuck in a loop. (Logic: while (girl=hot, look))