Ooh, yeah, alright now, alright now, alright now
It’s the H-C-P, Hot Chocolate Partayyy, get it goin’ now, get it goin’ now

Got a brand new app, baby
Gonna check it out, baby
It’s the hottest thing around, finding chicks that are down
Fairy tale for the modern age, yea
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, I gotta give it a
Go-o-o-oo-o-o-o-ooo-o-o-o-oooo-ooooo

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
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