You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much to heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldnt love another
I cant help it..you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I dont fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I cant tame you...but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to was in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldnt love another
I'm on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldnt love another
I cant help it.. your my kind of my man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So pacify my problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldnt love another
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldnt love another
I cant help it.. you're my kind of man
No I cant help myself
I cant help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater