Based on Cyprus 1987

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When back from work or when it’s Friday evening
There is that sense, that overwhelming feeling

Second space, or a hidden screen.

An orange mask next to a burning red flame
The game is on but on which board will you play?

Maybe both?

Grindr, Tinder, can’t put my finger on why I can’t decide

Tinder, Grindr, which is a liar, whose promises are false?

One has more explicit photos, the other’s decent -ish.

Tinder, Grindr, must make your mind up
There is no other way

Swipe right to like or left if it’s your bestie
It makes no difference if you’re a leftie

That’s the key to a matching spree

Or chat directly with whoever’s nearest
Tapping will help you be the weirdos’ dearest

-Hey! -(Oh, no!)

Grindr, Tinder, can’t put my finger on why I can’t decide

Tinder, Grindr, which is a liar, whose promises are false

Gaydar’s obsolete and Romeo
means that you’re a whore!

Tinder, Grindr, must make your mind up
There is no other way

Notifications are coming from everywhere
Dicks all around
“Send nudes”, “Hi, there” and GIFs
“Get to the point, please”
“Lose a few pounds”

Grindr, Tinder, now they both linger
on my smartphone’s homescreen

Tinder, Grindr, look who’s on fire
The hot guys are all keen

When it’s time to meet each other
Something will go wrong!

Tinder, Grindr, failed to make my day.
Well, I’m downloading Scruff.