People on the airwaves always preach who I should beHow to dress, how to talkBaby, how to breatheWicked artist use their limber fingersTo paint pictures of what young girls are to aspire to beI’m not alive if I’m not on illegal weedI’m not in love without a man sitting next to meSomeone tell me if this is all an illusionOr if I’m just a cog in the21st Century machineIt’s the place to be...In the 21st Century MachineShelf light and live precariouslySipping on rosè is your best solutionDown it all till your stumbling with past confusionThen, sit back and do it all over againYou only live once, Friday nights your only friendAnd you shouldn’t worry about your weightAnd trust me when you’re not looking they’ll all still say you look greatOh, they’ll still say you look greatOh, I’m in peril, they wanna give me hellThey look at me with hungry eyes as I’m another InfidelBut, oh, they like meThat’s why they wish me wellThat’s why they pull me gently as I’m trapped inside their meldIn the 21st century machineIt’s the place to beIn the 21st century machineShelf light and live precariouslyIn the 21st century machineIt’s the place to beAnd if you saw me right nowWould you still remember me?
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