Are you the Cliffs of Moher? Because I can’t help but fall for you.
Are you a fairy from the Emerald Isle? Because I’m enchanted every time I see you.
Is your smile as charming as the rolling hills of the Irish countryside?
If beauty were time, you’d be an endless day of Irish sunshine.
No pen, no paper, but you’re sketching your way right into my heart.
All the good lines might be taken, but you’re still the best choice here.
I don’t usually go the extra mile, but I’d switch to sport mode just to keep up with you.
How am I supposed to plan the big Irish wedding without your number?
Are you a loan? Because my heart’s earning all the interest.
Do you want to be Mine without the craft?
I caught a leprechaun today but I’ll let you have him because he did his job: I was lucky enough to meet you.
I thought your smile was the shimmer from a pot of gold so I followed it and found something as bright and beautiful as a rainbow at the end: YOU.
I’d appreciate it if you kissed me today even if it’s just based on my ethnicity.
You’re wearing green, I’m wearing green, we have so much in common that we should get together and go out sometime.
It doesn’t take a Guinness to realize you’re the best-looking guy/girl here.
Kiss me, I’m Irish! Or at least… Irish for the night.
Are you a leprechaun? Because you’ve stolen my heart (and probably my underwear).
I wanna Sham-rock your world tonight.
I may not have a pot of gold, but I’ve got something else you might want to get your hands on.
The only thing luckier than a four-leaf clover is me, if I get to take you home.
Are you sure you’re not a pint of green beer? Because I want to chug you down.
I must be Irish because my heart is Dublin for you.
Do you have a little Irish in you? No? Want some?
I’d follow you to the end of the rainbow… or just to your place.
Are you a four-leaf clover? Because finding you feels like pure luck.
Let’s skip the small talk and go straight to the “getting lucky” part.
Do you have an Irish name? Because I’d love to be screaming it later.
I’m not after your pot of gold, just your number.
My bed is like a Lucky Charm: magically delicious, and even luckier if you’re in it.
I’m not a leprechaun, but I can make your clothes disappear like magic.
