I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. Because that’s when I see your butt.
You must be tired. From running through my dreams all night. During which I was mostly focusing the dream energy on your butt.
I lost my phone number. Do you think I could borrow yours? And touch your butt?
Did it hurt your butt when you fell out of heaven? Because if so, I’ll wait until it’s in its best shape before trying to hit on you.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together, and also put Y O U R And B U T T in there somewhere.
If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me? Hold mostly the butt part against me?