I'm like the Vietnam War, way longer than you'd thought I'd be.
The Gettysburg Address was short, but I know something that isn't.
Don’t worry if you’re only wearing stripes because I’ll make you see stars tonight.
You’re red, white, and blew my mind.
Are you the 4th of July? Because I’m feeling fireworks between us.
Are you a firework? Because you just lit up my world.
Are you a Labor Day BBQ? Because you’re sizzling, and I can't resist a good grilled treat!
Is your name Hard Work? Because I could use you in my life to help me get through the day!
I must be a long weekend because I’m ready to spend every extra moment with you.
Are you a cooler at a picnic? Because you’re keeping things chill, and I want to pop open a good time with you!
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by you again on this extended weekend?
If kisses were BBQ ribs, I'd never run out of sauce while grilling for you!
Are you the last day of summer? Because I feel like I need to hold onto you just a little bit longer!
I’m not a laborer, but I’d work overtime just to make you smile!
Are you a sunburn? Because you’ve got me feeling hot and bothered!
You must be a day off because I can’t stop thinking about taking you out!
Forget fireworks; my heart goes off like a grill when I see you!
Do you like Labor Day sales? Because I’m about to give you a discount on my heart!
I’d carry your bags any day, especially if they’re full of fun plans for this weekend!
Are we at a Labor Day parade? Because I feel like we’re about to start a celebration!
You’ve got my heart racing faster than my last-minute summer plans!
Let’s make like a picnic table and get a little closer together!
Is your dad a labor union? Because you’ve got major appeal for the hard-working folks like me!
Call me an end-of-summer sale because I’m half price for a whole lot of fun!
Are you a barbecue sauce? Because you make everything taste better!
Hey baby, while we're celebrating Labor Unions today why don't we make our own union?
Are you 1917? Because your mere existence could spark solidarity and revolution amongst the labor class.
Hey baby, are you a factory before labor standards? Because I wanna put a bunch of kids in you
Is your body chiseled or is it just the sweat from labor, 'cause I can't help but fantasize about plowing your fields.
Your parents' masterpiece, their labor of art, has surely captured this humble heart.
