Flirtatious Playbook

“If being sexy’s a crime, well, you’re under arrest, But no worries, I’ll treat you like a guest. Is there space in your mouth for another tongue? Because I’ve got a few words left unsung. You’re a bowl of corn flakes, and I want to spoon, Under the stars or beneath the moon. That shirt looks hot, as would I, you see, You’re the only one who’s setting my heart free. Is your name Google? ‘Cause you’re my first search, All other options just leave me in the lurch. I’d ask if you were a magician, but let’s be clear, You’ve already made my inhibitions disappear. Your body’s got 206 bones, can you handle one more? I promise I’m worth it, who could ask for more? Let’s talk about our future, and the life we could make, Together, we’ll be the perfect match, no mistake.”