Is your name Mom? Because my heart feels right at home.
Are you a bouquet? Because I want to pick you for Mother's Day.
Can I help with the dishes so you can accept my Mother's Day kiss?
Is your smile made of pancakes? Because it's syrupy sweet this Mother's Day.
Do you believe in love at Mother's Day brunch, or should I walk by with coffee again?
Call me the carpool — I'll always pick you up for Mother's Day and beyond.
I'd volunteer at the bake sale just to win your Mother's Day heart.
If being kind was a Mother's Day award, you'd have a shelf full.
Are you a cozy cardigan? Because you make this Mother's Day feel warm.
If love were flowers, I'd bring you a Mother's Day garden.
Is your name Prom? Because I’ve been practicing my best line for you all semester.
I’m not a DJ, but I could spin my heart your way—want to slow dance at prom?
Want to ditch the chaperones and let me be your designated slow-dancer?
Can I borrow a corsage? My wrist has been missing its perfect partner—your hand.
If prom were a fairytale, would you be my ballroom and I your dancing disaster?
Are you the punch bowl? Because I’m falling for you by the punchline.
I don’t need a centerpiece; I’d rather be centered across from you at prom.
I’ll bring the limo if you bring the smile—prom plans?
Forget the crown—will you be the queen of my slow dance?
Is your corsage allergic to metal? Because my heart skips a beat near you.
My tux needs a partner—want to be the reason it looks sharp at prom?
You must be the prom playlist, because my heart syncs every time you speak.
Can I be your promposal practice? Promise I’ll be better on the night.
If prom is a movie, can I be your leading awkward romantic?
Do you have a map to the gym? I keep getting lost staring at you.
I’d brave the punch line for you—will you go to prom with me?
Is your name Slow Dance? Because I could do you for three songs and a half.
Prom is a test—want to study together and ace the dance floor?
Do you live in an igloo? Because you seem like a pretty cool person.
Are you sitting on a candle? Because damn that booty's hot.
