Lyrics Tinder Samurai - Samsa

Tinder Samurai

I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy
But I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
On top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
And be an undercover tinder samurai
Cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
And swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu
On every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
Or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too
Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
And disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free
Trust me
I’m a tinder bio brainiac
The way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
On christian mingle, I’m a casanova
If ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
Check your inbox, he might send an answer over
I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
Just for someone’s arms to hold me
Also, I’m really big on agriculture
But if I had that body of a grecian God
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
And hope I don’t get catfish
The fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause God knows I could use the
practice
And if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
Message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties «salaam»
And sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
Cause I just care for our connection
I don’t care about the sects
Sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
Then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
Then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
Get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
And check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
And ask her if she likes the novel
And once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream
waffles
She’d probably say that’s awesome
I’d ask her when she’s off of work
She might answer «midnight»
I’d tell her that sounds awful
What a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number
And I would ask her what her digits are
And if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars
Say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too
And try committing by committing online dating seppuku