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Got a brand new app, babe Gonna check it out, babe It's the hottest thing around, finding chicks that are down Fairy tale for the modern age Looking for a girl who's limber For a girl who's quite the sinner Cuz let's be honest here, it's the Only reason I'm using Tinder (Swipe to the left, to the left, to the left, to the left) To the left, to the left, everything you own in a box where I swiped you (Best of the best, of the best, of the best, of the best) So what if my standards are high? If they ain't double D's, then ya know you gettin' swiped Ooh, don't you know, that we're gone girl That we're falling in, falling in love Oh you know, that it's love That we're falling in, baby She ain't a model, so it's off to the left she goes That quite seductive pose, ain't enough to wanna lose the clothes And I never message first, and when I do it's quite rehearsed It's a blessing and a curse, when I gotta satiate the thirst Haven't checked my Tinder lately Gotta see who's my new lady But it's getting kinda weird, cuz I haven't got a Notification in 'bout a week and a half, babe And I'm getting kinda desperate And I'm not about to accept it Even though it's dumb, gotta give it a go Got a Daffy Duck face (swipe to the right) Tanner than Full House (swipe to the right) Look so dirty, I can smell her from here Call her Pig-Pen's sister (swipe to the right) She watch Big Bang Theory (swipe to the right) My cousin Amy (swipe to the right) Apparently she doesn't have a pulse, huh Well I'll make it work, swipe Ooh, don't you know, that we're gone girl That we're falling in, falling in love Oh you know, that it's love That we're falling in, baby I'm running outta time, tryna get myself a dime Tryna cross that finish line, unsuccessful in my prime It's getting critical, like I'm invisible Looking to get physical, end result is pitiful It's like a modern-day Cinderella But with less magic rats and more casual sex Yo clean it up Nicky Ooh, don't you know, that we're gone girl That we're falling in, falling in love Oh you know, that it's love That we're falling in, baby What's wrong with a face-to-face? What's wrong with a proper date? It's all about the chase, before ya go for second base What's wrong with the song-and-dance? What's wrong with a little romance? Give yourself a fighting chance before you get inside her pants
Writer(s): Michael Yanoska Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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