If I ever get my hands on a time machine, I'm heading back to 1967 in order to let Mrs Peel know that she is needed (for sexual purposes):
I would like to show Florence Welch that I've "got the love" (in addition to Herculean sexual stamina):
If Marina Diamandis actually were a robot, I'd program her to do naughty things to me:
If Ellie Goulding were to catch a glimpse of my larger than average sized penis, she'd be left "starry eyed":