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... Sipping on rosè is your best solution Down it all till your stumbling with past confusion Then, sit back and do it all over again You only live once, friday nights 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 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... In the 21st century machine It's the place to be In the 21st century machine Shelf light and live precariously In the 21st century machine It's the place to be And if you saw me right now You still remember me?