So last night I was reading the book of Numbers, and I realized I don’t have yours.
Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams last night?
You must be a broom because you just swept me off my feet.
You must be an interior decorator, because you make the room more beautiful.
I think we have a connection stronger than my wifi.
I’ll treat you like my homework. I’ll slam you on the table and do you all night long.
You must be a keyboard because you’re just my type.