I swiped and I swiped and I swiped
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.