I’m older than I look, but younger than I feel
More torn than Judas, more dead than real
Some dyslexic queen is coming onto me
Gotta be good gotta be high, gotta keep it clean yeah

Twenty first century bitch
Twenty first century bitch
Shooting fever straight from the hip,
Twenty first century bitch

She comes in my room, all passion and regrets
Leaves in the morning all sex and cigarettes
And all you talk is just sophisticated sleaze
Gotta get out gotta be quick, just gotta leave yeah

Twenty first century bitch
Twenty first century bitch
Shooting fever straight from the hip,
Twenty first century bitch

Twenty first century bitch
Twenty first century bitch
Shooting fever straight from the hip,
Twenty first century bitch

Bitch, Bitch,Bitch
Bitch, bitch,bitch