[Verse 1]
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 and two
Always seem to appear
It's this silly little game
Don't know their last name
Only if they're far or near

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
We'rе not gonna find our Prince Charming
Wait, you know that, don't you darling?
Swiping through pictures of a hundred mеn
They only
Give us stories to tell at breakfast
"Girls, look what he just text us
When he was drunk on Hinge at 4am"
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
[Verse 2]
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 their
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 10
Playing 21 Questions
Body count's not impressive
Wait, are these boys or men?

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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 4am"
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
[Bridge]
And I don't wanna hear about
How Amelia let you down
Or how Ella messed you around every day
That's great that Soph comes round after dark
But I promise I won't play that part
You know I don't think we’ve got a spark anyway

[Chorus]
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 4am"
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