From the time she could crawl
She was all draped in macrame´
She was preen and redeemed
In a church that tried to show the way
She was taught to never ask for more
They had no idea of what she had in store

She´s the queen of the 21st century
Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be
Analog heart, analog nerves, analog brain
But a fixture of the digital domain
Woh...

From the time she could read
She could see that there was urgency
No debate, just a spate of ignorance in a splintering community
She could never meet their expectations
Then she came to symbolize the nation

She´s the queen of the 21st century
Just a shell of what her parents thought a little girl should be
Steeped in spite, coddled in fear, drenched in novelty
Oh but masterful of sensual technology
Oh...

She´s the queen

She´s the queen
No rules in her empire
She´s the queen
Just libido and desire
She´s a lean, mean fighting machine
The stuff for modern media lore
And she always knows the score

She´s the queen of the 21st century
Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be
Fallen star, brack and brew (black and blue?), broken hearts, wasted youth
Rusted cars, twisted roots, mental scars, the ugly truth
Oh...

She´s the queen of the 21st century [2x]
And she´s a modern day romantic, a walking controversy
She´s the queen of the 21st century [3x]
She´s the queen