But I can't help the feeling / I could blow through the ceiling

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, 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 and run.
And 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, all the time.
Oh, oh.

Someday this war's gonna end...

Eu sou o mestre de culinária

Bifes de Perú
1 cebola
4 cabeças de alho
1/2 pimento verde
3 cenouras
1 alho francês (parte branca)
1 copo de vinho branco
pimenta de cayenne, limão e sal q.b.
1 copo de Martini branco com rodela de limão e gelo

cortar cebola às rodelas, o perú em fatias de cerca de 2 cm, e esmagar as cabeças de alho. Meter numa caçarola com azeite, e deixar estrugir até o perú estar branco. Temperar com limão, pimenta e sal. Deitar um copo de vinho branco. Reduzir para lume brando, e deixar cozer. No final, juntar as cenouras e o alho francês às rodelas, o pimento verde cortado aos quadrados, e deixar cozer por alguns minutos.

Enquanto cozinha, beber o Martini na totalidade, enchendo novamente o copo se necessário.

Serve-se com arroz, e de entrada, fatias de pão com paté de sardinha.


Bom apetite!

peace