When we frenched during study hall,
I was transported to another planet,
A planet where our love can roam free,
And the librarian can't find us in the reference section or even on Mars.

I would space walk a million or even infinity light years,
For just one kiss of your awesome mouth (gorgeous),
With your face like beautiful space-flowers,
That are beautiful-smelling, as well, my flower-faced angel.

I'll kill myself if you don't go out with me,
See you in geometry.