...my 21st century girl

To-day, I saw a painted face

One that begs to be replaced

Her hair like machine gears

She can no longer produce real tears

Lost in a modern world

She's my 21^st century girl!

She's puts on her makeup and looks her best

Hopes they won't notice her flat chest

No matter how she tries to fill her head

Her heart and soul is dead

With each lover, she tries to find satisfaction

Inside she knows, nothing will catch traction

Dizzy and in a swirl

She's my 21^st century girl!

Messages reel from her hair and spill a thousand signs

Thanking fortune she'll never be mine

Belonging to some trailer trash

Along with her TV mash

Fading downward like a wilted flower

Losing tomorrow by the hour

Judging the game by its looks

Matching the her life to stories off books

Eyes now blank as a pearl

She's my 21^st century girl!

Me, you know, would much rather

Sit here now, and let dust gather

Listening to my Beatles and Rolling Stones

Left here to cry and bemoan

Never could match your sythpop bands

Chords and keyboards and artificial hands

Her dreams are fake and taste like plastic

She wears a fake smile to try to mask it

The game was played before I rolled

Emotions are never worth their weight in gold

...To-day, I saw a painted face

One that I can not wait to replace