If kisses were coins, I'd make a hefty deposit in your account.
Are you a bank branch? Because I want to stop by every day.
Baby, you make my heart skip a beat like a counterfeit detector.
Are we in a queue? Because I'd wait forever just to get to you.
Call me a wire transfer—I want to send my love instantly.
You must be a loan officer because you've approved my heart.
My love is FDIC insured—your feelings are safe with me.
You had me at "Welcome to the bank"—now welcome to my heart.
Are you a cashier? Because you just made my day richer.
Hey Baby, let's make some statements together!
Are you fiscally irresponsible? 'Cause I'm feeling inflationary pressure right now.
Hey Girl, are you a bank loan? 'Cause you've got my interest!
Hey Girl, wanna know why they call me "Gross Profit?
You’re like a rare coin—hard to find, impossible to forget.
Are you collateral? Because I’d risk everything for you.
Are you a vault? Because I feel safe with you.
Are you a strike? Because you knocked down my defenses the moment you walked in.
Mind if I follow your lane? I swear my heart rolls better with you.
You must be a spare, because I can't get over you even after one frame.
Call me a turkey — I want three chances to impress you tonight.
That smile's like the pocket; hit it and everything else goes down.
Can I rent your shoes? I need the right fit to walk into your heart.
Are you a split? Because figuring you out feels exciting and worth the spare.
If kisses were pins, I'd go for a perfect game with you.
Baby, you oil my lanes — I can't get a smooth roll without you.
My heart's in the gutter until you show up and lift it back to the lane.
You light up the scoreboard — suddenly every frame looks better.
Let's make a strike together and skip the awkward spare conversation.
Is your name Pocket? Because everything good happens when I'm with you.
You must be the ball return, because you keep bringing me back.
