I swiped and I swiped and I swiped
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1 min readMay 30, 2016
When I saw your face, ooh,
my mind couldn’t erase you.
So I swiped and I swiped and I swiped.
I wanted to pick you up,
but I didn’t have much luck.
Though I swiped and I swiped and I swiped.
You seem stuck in your way
and may have seen a better day.
Still, I swiped and I swiped and I swiped.
I went and got a drink,
then sat and had a think.
I was wiped and was wiped I was wiped.
One sip and it was clear
how to get you out of here:
I took the lid off my cup,
pulled the string and teabag up,
poured the hot water on you,
swiped the quarter and I got you!
Oh, it feels so very nice
to have freed you from the ice.
You old 25 cents from 1999,
I swiped you and at last you’re mine.
