You must be involved in some kind of back alley black market organ distribution ring, because you stole my heart.
You're like a target at a shooting range, I'll only hit you when I'm loaded.
You must be a suspect in a lineup, because I want to finger you.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I in light bondage, covered in oil.
You're like a hangover, I hope you're not around when I wake up.
You're like a trampoline, I can bounce on you for a bit but then I get tired.
You're like a guy that cuts me off on the highway, I want to give you the finger.
I'm like the lady giving perfume samples, I don't care if you say no.
I'm like Magic Shell Ice Cream Topping, it only takes a few seconds for me to get hard.
If I was a gynecologist, I'd put my finger in your vagina.
I want to finger you.