• Compliments

    Song Quote Artist Song Title
    2399 A body like yours ought to be in jail, because it's on the verge of being obscene. Prince, Little Red Corvette
    2400 All I know is you're my favorite mistake. Sheryl Crow, My Favorite Mistake
    2401 All the debutantes in Houston, couldn't hold a candle to you. The Eagles, The Long Run
    2402 Anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind. Coldplay, Green Eyes
    2403 Baby, you're the right kind of wrong. Leanne Rimes, The Right Kind Of Wrong
    2404 Bugs in my pockets, bugs in my shoes, bugs in the way I feel about you. Pearl Jam, Bugs
    2405 Diamond girl, you sure do shine. Seals and Croft, Diamond Girl
    2406 Every way she's a winner, turn a gay preacher into a sinner. Prince, Peach
    2407 Everytime I see your face, it's like heaven opens up her gates. Live, Every Time I See Your Face
    2408 Finger tips have memories, mine can't forget the curves of your body. Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta
    2409 Got diamond eyes, she sees the truth behind the lies. U2, Angel Of Harlem
    2410 Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim. I like the way ya hold the road. Mama, it ain't no sin. Led Zeppelin, Trampled Under Foot
    2411 Her arms are wicked and her legs are long, when she moves my brain screams out this song. The Doors, Hello, I Love You
    2412 Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea. Jethro Tull, Budapest
    2413 Here you come again, looking better than a body has a right to. Dolly Parton, Here You Come Again
    2414 He's the most from coast to coast. Ad Libs, The Boy From New York City
    2415 Hey baby, when you walk that way, watch your honey drip, can't keep away. Led Zeppelin, Black Dog
    2416 Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place. David Bowie, Suffragette City
    2417 Hot legs, bring your Mother, too. Rod Stewart, Hot Legs
    2418 I am taken to the place where your crystal minds and magenta feelings take up shelter in the base of my spine, sweet like a cherry chica cola. Savage Garden, I Want You