From the time she could crawlShe was all draped in macrame’She was preen and redeemedIn a church that tried to show the wayShe was taught to never ask for moreThey had no idea of what she had in storeShe’s the queen of the 21st centuryJust a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should beAnalog heart, analog nerves, analog brainBut a fixture of the digital domainWoh…From the time she could readShe could see that there was urgencyNo debate, just a spate of ignorance in a splintering communityShe could never meet their expectationsThen she came to symbolize the nationShe’s the queen of the 21st centuryJust a shell of what her parents thought a little girl should beSteeped in spite, coddled in fear, drenched in noveltyOh but masterful of sensual technologyOh…She’s the queenShe’s the queenNo rules in her empireShe’s the queenJust libido and desireShe’s a lean, mean fighting machineThe stuff for modern media loreAnd she always knows the scoreShe’s the queen of the 21st centuryJust a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should beFallen star, brack and brew (black and blue?), broken hearts, wasted youthRusted cars, twisted roots, mental scars, the ugly truthOh…She’s the queen of the 21st century [2x]And she’s a modern day romantic, a walking controversyShe’s the queen of the 21st century [3x]She’s the queen