Well the times are slowly changing, baby even when it's live
You can press pause and rewind
You knew it would go amazing, but is this what you had in mind?
Oh, there's nothing you can't find
It's two thousand and thirteen, all across the galaxy
It's two thousand and thirteen
On the back of a transmitter, there's a little shiny fruit
And it's coming after you
As for Instagram and Twitter, she got caught in both lassoes
And neither one will cut her loose
So baby take a walk with me
Past flying cars and time machines
There's magic like you won't believe