Vārdi: Alanis Morissette. Fake Plastic Trees.

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth

That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber 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
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns

He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

And it wears him out
And it wears him out
And it wears him out

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 and run

And it wears me out
It wears me out
And it wears me out

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