Her green plastic watering can
For her fake [bad word] plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from [bad word] man
In a town full [bad word] plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
cracked polystyrene man
Who just [bad word] and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears...

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn [bad word] And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time