21st Century Machine

People on the airwaves always preach who I should be

How to dress, how to talk, baby, how to breathe

Wicked artist use their limber fingers

To paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to be

I'm not alive if I'm not on illegal weed

I'm not in love without a man sitting next to me

Someone tell me if this is all an illusion

Or if I'm just a cog in the 21st century machine?

It's the place to be

In the 21st century machine

Shelf light and live precariously

Sippin' on rosè is your best solution

Down until your stumbling with past confusion

Then, sit back and do it all over again

You only live once, Friday night's your only friend

And you shouldn't worry about your weight

And trust me when you're not lookin'

They'll all still say you look great, oh, they'll stay you look great

Oh, I'm in peril, they wanna give me hell

They look at me with hungry eyes as I'm another infidel

But, oh, they like me

That's why they wish me well

That's why they pull me gently

As I'm trapped inside their meld

Oh, in the 21st century machine

It's the place to be

In the 21st century machine

Shelf light and live precariously

Oh, in the 21st century machine

It's the place to be

And if you saw me right now

You still remember me