And I just remembered the Weird Al song “Wanne be your lover”:
I don’t have a library card
But do you mind if I check you out?
I like your skeletal structure, baby
You’re an ectomorph, no doubt
Your face is real symmetrical
And your nostils are so nice
I wish that I was cross-eyed, girl
So I could see you twice
Girl, you smell like Fritos
That’s why I’m giving you this hungry stare
You’re so hot, you’re gonna melt
The elastic in my underwear
I’ll bet you’re magically delicious
Like a bowl of Lucky Charms
You’d look like Venus de Milo
If I just cut off your arms
Do you believe in love at first sight
Or should I walk by again?
My love for you’d like diarrhea
I just can’t hold it in
Stop, drop and roll now
‘Cause baby, you’re on fire
I’ll bet your outfit
Makes a lot of noise in the drier
You’re absolutely perfect
Don’t speak now, you might spoil it
Your eyes are even bluer
Than the water in my toilet
I wanna be your Krakatoa
Let my lava flow all over you
I wanna be your anaconda
And your heat-seeking missile too
My lips are registered weapons
Can I invade your personal space?
You must have fallen from heaven
That would explain how you messed up your face
Well, how’d you get through security?
‘Cause, baby, you’re the bomb
I’d like to take you home right now
So you can meet my mom