The Buffet (Is Officially Closed) (Verse 1) I used to think that Tinder was a specialized boutique Where I’d find a Prince with a "Christian-kind-of-chic" But I opened up the box and what did I find? A bunch of "Jekyll-Hydes" and the "user" kind I’ve paid for the popcorn and the matinee too While he’s checking his Hinge for a version of "new" I’ve dated the baggage, I’ve dated the "whoops" I’ve jumped through a million narcissist hoops! (Pre-Chorus) I don’t need the apps telling me what I’m worth Or a half-grown man trying to rehearse I’m looking for real, not a swipe-and-pretend— I want the kind of love that actually stays till the end (Chorus) Oh, I’m done being the bank for a forty-year-old "boy" Who treats a woman’s heart like a temporary toy I’m praying for a man who loves Jesus and the truth Not a serial-dating-buffoon chasing his youth I’ve cleared out the apps, I’ve deleted the "scams" I’m done with the takers and the digital "hams" I’m a prize, I’m a treasure, I’m a ten-out-of-ten— And I’m never eating crumbs off a loser again! (No way!) (Verse 2) He said he was "spiritual" and "looking for a wife" Then asked if I’d pay for his mid-life-strife I’ve met 'em on Zoosk and I’ve met 'em on Hinge The kind of "bad dates" that make your soul cringe I’ve had enough "ghosts" to fill up a park I’m done with the men who are afraid of the dark They want a "CEO-Woman" with a heart of pure gold Then act like a toddler when the coffee gets cold! (Pre-Chorus) I don’t need another “maybe we’ll see” Or a man who can’t show up consistently If it ain’t steady, honest, and true— Then it ain’t something I’m giving my heart to (Chorus) Oh, I’m done being the bank for a forty-year-old "boy" Who treats a woman’s heart like a temporary toy I’m praying for a man who loves Jesus and the truth Not a serial-dating-buffoon chasing his youth I’ve cleared out the apps, I’ve deleted the "scams" I’m done with the takers and the digital "hams" I’m a prize, I’m a treasure, I’m a ten-out-of-ten— And I’m never eating crumbs off a loser again! (Bridge) I want that "Grandpa-Kinda-Love," that steady kind of plan The kind of heart that shows up like a real grown man Sunday mornings, coffee, and a life built right— Not a disappearing act in the middle of the night And if he’s not out there? I’ll still be okay— Got peace in my heart and I’m walking my way (Final Chorus) Yeah, I’m done with the crumbs and the "buy-him-a-meal" I’m looking for the kind of love that’s actually real I’m a daughter of the King and the standard is high So if you’re a "buffoon," you can just walk on by I’ve cleared out the history, I’ve cleared out the pen— And I’m never eating crumbs off a loser again! (Outro) (No more crumbs!) (Keep the change, buddy!) Delete the Bumble, goodbye Hinge— I’m over the narcissistic-digital-cringe Just me, my peace, and a better plan— Waiting on a real, good man