My love for you is like dividing zero. You cannot define it.
Are you the square root of -100?
Because you’re a sold 10 but too good to be real!
You must be p > 0.5, because I fail to reject you.
Girl, you have better legs than an isosceles triangle.
Hey girl, are you open for deduction?
Without you, I’m like a null set…
I wish I was your derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves.
Let us make a PRODUCT so great, we can join hearts and MULTIPLY them through.
Listen, I can figure out the square root of any number in less than 10 seconds. What, you don’t believe me? Well, then, let’s try it with your phone number.
Let’s find out we converge by taking each other to the limit.
Guy: Do you like math? Girl: No. Guy: Me neither…In fact, the only number I care about is yours.
I don’t know if you’re in my range, but I’d sure like to take you back to my domain.
Why don’t you be the numerator and I be the denominator and both of us reduce to simplest form?