Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
For girls in the eighties
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted