My love for you is like Sam’s hair: it just keeps growing and growing.
Why don’t you be the babysitter and I’ll be the pizzaman?
Baby you’re hotter than a ceiling fire.
Is that a Colt in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
Were you born that beautiful or did you make a deal with a Crossroad demon?
I’ve got the buns, do you have the hot dog?
Is my vagina crying or are you just sexy?
I am not wearing any socks. And I have the panties to match.
Give me your name so I know what to scream tonight
I don’t feel so good, I think I need a shot of penis-illin