They call me a Transformer beacuse I turn AC to DC.

Dude! My girl is plug and play.

Girl, are you AC? Beacuse i can be your Transformer.

Girl, are you a socket? Beacuse not even Nicola Tesla could pull me out.

Girl, are you a power supply? Beacuse you power my supply.

They call me the ressistor, beacuse I ressist all woman contact.

Girl, are you a relay? Beacuse you turn me on in multiple ways.

Im like a Hydroelectric power plants, girls make me wet.

Girl, are you a jet engine? Beacuse you make very loud sounds when I turn you on.

Girl, are you a capacitor? Because I can’t stop charging when you’re around.

Are you an inductor? Because you keep pulling me in.

Girl, are you a short circuit? Because you just blew my fuse.

They call me a diode — I only let current flow one way… toward you.

Are you a ground wire? Because without you, I’m unstable.

I must be a voltage regulator, because I can’t handle these fluctuations when you’re near.

Are you three-phase power? Because you hit me from every angle.

Girl, are you torque? Because you just twisted my whole world.

Are you friction? Because you make things heat up fast.

Girl, are you nuclear energy? Because one wrong move and everything goes critical.

Call me Newton’s third law — because every move you make gets a strong reaction.

They call me open circuit — because nobody ever connects with me.

Girl, are you Wi-Fi? Because I feel the connection but can’t access it.

Girl, are you high voltage? Because approaching you would be fatal.

Call me a rotor, because you make my world spin.

Girl, are you a breadboard? Because I’ve got all these components and nowhere else to plug them in.

Girl, are you an oscilloscope? Because you’ve got some very attractive curves.

Are you centrifugal force? Because you’re making my head spin and pulling me away from everything else.

I’m like a 404 error— I have the address, but I can’t find the connection.

Girl, are you a retaining wall? Because you’re the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

Girls, are you distilled water? Because you’re as pure as it gets.

Girl, are you a recursive function? Because I could look at you over and over again.

Call me an air compressor... because you’re taking my breath away and making me feel high-pressure.

Girl, are you a manual transmission? Because I’m struggling to find the right gear with you.

Girl, are you a radiator? Because you’re the only thing keeping me from a total meltdown.

Are you a hydraulic press? Because the pressure you put on me is crushing.

They call me the "Terms and Conditions"— everyone just ignores me and scrolls to the bottom.

Girl, are you a soldering iron? Because you’re making my heart melt and creating a permanent bond.

Are you an industrial fan? Because you’re blowing me away.

Are you a vertical stabilizer? Because you’re the only thing keeping me from a total yaw-spin.

Are you a stall warning? Because you’re making my whole body shake.

Call me a landing gear, because I’m ready to settle down whenever you are.

Are you a shockwave? Because you left me in a state of turbulence.

Are you a pre-flight checklist? Because I need to go over every inch of you before we take off.

Are you a torque wrench? Because I need you to tell me exactly when I’ve reached my limit.

Call me a grease gun, because I’m ready to fill all your lubrication points.

Are you a door? Because you’ve got "Push" written all over you, but I’m still standing here trying to "Pull."

They call me a "UFO"— because girls see me, get confused, and then pretend it never happened.

Call me CSS, because I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m desperately trying to make you look good.

Girl, are you a semicolon? Because without you, my entire life just stops working.

Are you a GPU? Because you’re doing all the heavy lifting and I’m just here making loud fan noises.

They call me "Direct Current"— because I’m headed straight for you with no deviations.

Girl, are you a high-voltage arc? Because you’re making me leak current straight down my leg.

Girl, are you a harmonic balancer? Because you make my whole shaft vibrate at dangerous frequencies.

Are you a fuel injector? Because I’m about to spray you full of high-pressure premium and watch it drip everywhere.

Are you blinker fluid? Beacuse you don't look real.

Boobs are like the sun. It's ok to look but dangerous to stare, unless you have sunglasses ofcourse.

Let's transform out potential energy to kenetic energy.

You must be a square root of -1, beacuse you can't be real.