Thom Yorke
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 (burns)
He used to do surgeries
For the girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins (yeah)

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

She looks like the real thing
Oh she tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love (love)
Oh whoa ah oh
But I can't help but feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run (run, run, run)
But it wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out
It wears me out

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time
Oh all the time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Whew ooh ooh
Whew ooh ooh
Ooh whew ooh

If I could be
If I could be
If I could be

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Whew ooh ooh
Whew ooh ooh
Ooh whew ooh