People on the airwaves always preach who I should be How to dress, how to talk, baby, how to breathe Wicked artists 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 She'll fly in and leave prepariously Sipping on rosé, it's your best solution Down all two, you're stumbling with past confusion Yeah, 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 looking They'll all still say you look great Oh, they'll still say 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 the meld In the 21st century machine, it's the place to be In the 21st century machine, she'll fly in and leave precariously Oh, in the 21st century machine, it's the place to be And if you saw me right now, would you still remember me?