I'd battle at Yorktown for your digits.
If you go out with me, I'll be like Paul Revere yelling, "I got a date.
Tell me, does the carpet match the powered wig?
I’m not a DJ, but I could spin my heart your way—want to slow dance at prom?
No need to wait for the succession, you're first in line for me.
You're the Liberty Bell of the ball.
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.
Is your name Prom? Because I’ve been practicing my best line for you all semester.
Don’t worry if you’re only wearing stripes because I’ll make you see stars tonight.
Are you a firework? Because you just lit my Cinco sky.
Can I hood you? I promise ceremonial care and lifelong warmth.
Is your major love? Because your degree looks like it's in stealing hearts.
If kisses were credits, we'd already have a bachelor's in cuddling.
I studied maps for finals, but I still can't find a path away from you after graduation.
Are you a diploma case? Because I want to keep you safe forever.
You passed every exam and graduation—can you teach me how to win your heart?
Forget honors robes—I'd wear your sweater and walk you home after graduation.
Is that a mortarboard or a crown? You're royalty in this graduation ceremony.
Is your smile made of pancakes? Because it's syrupy sweet this Mother's Day.
Wanna toss our caps together and see if we land in the same future?
You must be summa cum laude, because you've got top honors in my heart.
Can I be your commencement speaker? I promise to make your heart graduate to love.
Are you a diploma? Because I can't imagine my future without you.
Is your tassel heavy? Because you just swung into my heart at graduation.
Do you believe in love at first taco or should I order you another?
I’d break every piñata for a chance to get your heart.
Want to be my plus-one for the salsa? I promise I won’t step on your feet.
Are you tequila? One shot of you and I forget my ex.
You’re the lime to my margarita—everything tastes better with you.
