She's Filtered, He's a Fake! (Remix)

(Verse 1) We were walking hand in hand, Feeling quite romantic. Then he froze and fixed his smile, Everything went frantic. (Then he said...) "Look, it's not the easiest thing, Hope you'll understand me. There's this girl I've met online, Awkward but I hope you see?." (chorus) Oh, she's filtered, he's a fake, They're a trend that's bound to break. She's all clicks, it's in the type, Nobody believes the hype. "What's so special?" I asked him. "Everything," he sighed. "She's got followers by the thousand..." I just rolled my eyes. (Good luck competing with an algorithm.) Here we go (chorus) Oh, she's filtered, he's a fake, They're a trend that's bound to break. She's all clicks, it's in the type, Nobody believes the hype. (Verse 3) So I stomped off in the rain, Headed for the takeaway. Who walks in five minutes later? Romeo and Miss Hashtag. (Honestly... they couldn't even pick another burger stop.) Oh, she's posing for attention, He's pretending not to care. Every bite's another selfie, Trolling socials everywhere. (chorus) Oh, she's filtered, he's a fake, They're a trend that's bound to break. She's all clicks, it's in the type, Nobody believes the hype.. (verse 4) But I know they'll burn out, Fifteen-minute romance. Living life through their screens, Never had a real chance. Here we go, two, three, four! Then he rang at half past two, Sounding rather lonely. Said he'd made a big mistake... I just laughed and told him... (Wrong number, sunshine!) Outro Oh, she's filtered, he's a fake, They're a trend that's bound to break. She's all clicks, it's in the type, Nobody believes the hype. Yeah, yeah... good luck, love. Yeah, yeah... fill your boots. (Am I bitter?) Maybe just a little... (Would I take him back?) Not if he came gift-wrapped. I don't care, I don't care... 'Cause she's filtered, he's a fake, They're a trend that's bound to break. Good luck chasing perfect lives... I'll be busy living mine.