The Midnight Snack Marshal

FULL LYRICS

[Verse 1]
I got a little chrome friend
In my back pocket, best friend
He scrolls through the pics like a pro
Then he says, “sir, you are a go”

He knows my jawline hits hard
Got a smile like a debit card
Got the charm, got the manners, got the fit
Got a pulse that says, “yeah, he’s it”

He reads my bio twice
Says, “that’s premium, nice”
Then he types with a tiny little grin
“Hello there, may I interest you in him?”

[Pre-Chorus]
He’s crafting the line
He’s making me shine
He says, “keep it sweet
Keep it clean
Tell her he’s a dream”

[Chorus]
My little robot guy
He says I’m built to fly
He says I’m cute, I’m kind, I’m gold
He says I’m rare, not sold
My little robot guy
He makes the ladies eye
(woo) He says I’m the whole damn deal
And he makes it sound so real

[Verse 2]
He edits my jokes
Takes out all the weird jokes
Adds one “haha” and a wink
Then he hits send before I think

He says, “mention the dog
Mention the books
Mention the way he cooks”
So now I’m a catch on paper
And somehow even greater

He knows my grandpa story
My sweater looks less dorky
He writes, “this man is sweet, not loud”
Then he bows like he’s so proud

[Pre-Chorus]
He’s crafting the line
He’s making me shine
He says, “tell her he’s neat
Tell her he’s smart
Tell her he’s got heart”

[Chorus]
My little robot guy
He says I’m built to fly
He says I’m cute, I’m kind, I’m gold
He says I’m rare, not sold
My little robot guy
He makes the ladies eye
(hey) He says I’m the whole damn deal
And he makes it sound so real

[Bridge]
Now he’s got standards too
“Don’t send that, that won’t do”
He blocks my old “u up?”
Then he gives my ego a lift

He types, “he’s got good taste”
“Friendly face, excellent waist”
“Stable job, huge brain, nice hands”
Then he saves me from my own plans

[Final Chorus]
My little robot guy
He says I’m built to fly
He says I’m cute, I’m kind, I’m gold
He says I’m rare, not sold
My little robot guy
He makes the ladies eye
(yes) He says I’m the whole damn deal
And he makes it sound so real

[Outro]
Beep beep, go get ’em
Beep beep, don’t forget ’em
He’s my wingman in a tin can suit
And he’s making me look cute