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Once upon a time, in a world online,
There lived a girl named Tinderella, divine.
She swiped for love, hoping it would stick,
But all she found was dudes who send her their dick.
One said, "Baby, let's grab a drink,
I'm a bad boy - tell me what you think!"
His bio was "Live fast, love hard, no strings,"
But all he did was brag 'bout friends with benefits.
Swiping left, swiping right,
Is he a prince or just another fuckboy tonight?
She's dreamin' of magic, a fairy tale kiss,
But he just wants to know if she's into his abs, in bliss.
Tinderella, swiping with flair,
Looking for love in a macho lair.
"Wanna chill?" He says with a grin,
But all she wants is real love to begin.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, don't catch her breath,
Tinderella's looking for something less!
Another one slid in, "I'm not like the rest,"
But his ego was bigger than his chest.
"Let's hook up, babe, I don't need no game,
But if you're lookin' for love, I'm not your lane."
With a flex and a smirk, he was gone in a flash,
Tinderella thought, "Another one for the trash."
Her heart's still empty, her mind in a whirl,
'Cause all they cared about was "How's my swirl?"
Swiping left, swiping right,
Another asshole in the dead of night.
She's dreamin' of love with a heart that's true,
But he just wants to know if she'll cook dinner too.
Tinderella, she's swiping for a spell,
Looking for magic behind that fuckboy well.
But they're flexin' abs, not hearts or mind,
She wants a real one but they're all so blind.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, the story's the same,
Macho men, no love, just a player's game.
"Yo, baby, let's hit the gym,"
He said while flexing at the mirror's whim.
Tinderella sighed, "Please, no more talk,
I just want a man who's ready to walk the walk!"
But all she found were boys with pride,
Who thought a pickup line was a worthy guide.
She wanted depth, a connection, a flame,
But all they offered was one-night fame.
Tinderella, swiping in vain,
Forgetting the dream, it's all the same.
Catfishing, ego trips, a flexing spree,
But she just wants someone who's real and free.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, can't catch her vibe,
Tinderella's lost in the macho tribe.
And then one night, the match was real,
He sent a pic and she felt the thrill.
"Could this be him?" she thought with glee,
A charming guy, just for me!
They set a date, her heart in flight,
She dressed to impress, the future bright.
He showed up late, in a red roll T,
Looked like his pic from 2003
He wasn't tall, he wasn't cool,
Not even close to the pic he'd fooled.
His smile was fake, his hair too thin,
A total catfish - where do I begin?