Come live in my heart, and pay no rent. It’s not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me! Flirting is the art of making a man feel pleased with himself. I would fly you to the moon and back if you’ll be . . . if you’ll be my baby. All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense. Flirtation: attention without intention. Flirting is the art of keeping intimacy at a safe distance. Oops! I lost my mobile number! Could I have yours? Are you lost ma’am? Because heaven is a long way from here.

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
It’s not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me!
Flirting is the art of making a man feel pleased with himself.
I would fly you to the moon and back if you’ll be . . . if you’ll be my baby.
All women are flirts, but some are restrained by shyness, and others by sense.
Flirtation: attention without intention.
Flirting is the art of keeping intimacy at a safe distance.
Oops! I lost my mobile number! Could I have yours?
Are you lost ma’am? Because heaven is a long way from here.