Go ahead and try to deconstruct our love, Ryan. Bet you can’t.
Can we go over each other’s releases, Ryan?
We might get redistricted but our love doesn’t have borders.
Can I touch your iPod, Ryan?
If I rub your abs Ryan, will that create some fire?
You can’t place a sanction on our love, Ryan.
You’re my Romeo to my Juliet, Ryan.
Whisper quietly to me, Ryan. Let’s not scare the birds away.