I’m not a wraith, but I can make you go crazy with one touch.
I would wuv to get in your pants.
You checkin’ out my guns?
I’d love to jump in your hole.
You must be Pestilence, ‘cause you’ve infected me.
I’d like to be your Mother of All.
You’re hotter than a ceiling fire.
Is Gabriel around? Because you’re like a beautiful mirage.
You must be the Impala because I’d love to ride you all night.
You don’t need a spell to summon me.