I wish I was your math homework, then I would be real hard, and you would be doing me all night.
In Euclidean geometry two parallel lines never touch … let’s go back to my place and study some non-Euclidean geometry.
If you were sin^2x and I was cos^2x, then together we’d make one.
You must have a p-value of at least 0.05, because I fail to reject you.
Are you √(2), ’cause I feel irrational around you.
I think you need a new kernel, because that was not so smooth.
You are significant predictor variable in my ‘how lucky am I’ regression model.
If I were a function you would be my asymptote – I always tend towards you.
I heard you’re good at algebra – Could you replace my X without asking Y?
My life goal is to make you harder than my calculus homework.
Does it feel lonely being there? “Excuse me?” Being in the top 1% of the beauty distribution?
I wish I was your second derivative so I could investigate your concavities.
Your beauty defies real and complex analysis.
My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.
You + Me = The number of sides in a Möbius Strip.