You must be a monster, because I can’t stop hunting you down.
Are you the Impala because I’d love to get in your trunk.
What do you say to having the bendiest weekend of our lives?
You must be .an angel, because your beauty is blinding
I’d go through a million Tuesdays, if I got to spend them all with you
I’m not a vampire, but I lose my head around you
I’ll be the salt, baby, you be the gasoline, and we’ll set these bones alight.
If you were a liquor store, I would drink you.
Are you the Impala? Because I want to ride you all night long.
Are you my vessel? Because I want to get inside you.