Why don't you sit on my lap, and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up.

Do you have any Italian in you? Do you want some?

Are your legs tired? Cuz you've been running through my mind all night.

Was your dad a thief? Cuz you just stole my heart.

*I swear, I swear by all that is holy, I have never used any of these. The fact that I'm still breathing should attest to that*