You got the hipsters with their DJ decks
The one who's only there for sex
Your mate from across the road
Your housemate's younger brother
And a boy that was your lover
Before his shit chat showed
An ex or a few
From years one or two
They always seem to appear
It's this silly little game, don't know their last name
Only if they're far or near
So, why
Do we spend all our time swiping left and right?
To reply to one more "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"
We know
We're not gonna find our Prince Charming
Wait, you know that, don't you, darling?
Swiping through pictures of a hundred men
They only give us stories to tell at breakfast
"Girls, look what he just text us"
When he was drunk, on Hinge at 4:00 a.m.
Don't look like they do on paper
Not shocked if he's a player
All of your housemates also matched with him
How many times can you answer the question
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Bored of this happening again and again
They hit you with a chat-up line
And then they don't even reply for five hours of the day
A dog in half their pics, their bio references says that
Big hands is what they all say
Christ, when they ask to switch to Snapchat or Insta'
You feel like you're back in year ten
Playing 21 Questions, body count's not impressive
Wait, are these boys or men?
So why
Does Tinder try to get us to Super Like?
They won't reply
If they think you've fallen in love at first sight
We know
Not gonna find our Prince Charming
Wait, you know that, don't you, darling?
Swiping through pictures of a hundred men
They only give us stories to tell at breakfast
"Girls, look what he just text us"
When he was drunk, on Hinge at 4:00 a.m.
Don't look like they do on paper
Not shocked if he's a player
All of your housemates also matched with him
How many times can you answer the question
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Bored of this happening again and again
And I don't wanna hear about
How Amelia let you down
Or how Ella messed you around everyday
That's great that Soph comes 'round after dark
But I promise, I won't play that part
You know I don't think that we've got a spark anyway
So, not gonna find our Prince Charming
Wait, you know that, don't you, darling?
Swiping through pictures of a hundred men
They only give us stories to tell at breakfast
"Girls, look what he just text us"
When he was drunk, on Hinge at 4:00 a.m.
Don't look like they do on paper
Not shocked if he's a player
All of your housemates also matched with him
How many times can you answer the question
"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Bored of this happening again and again