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...
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 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
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 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...
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 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
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 And if you saw me right now
 You still remember me?