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

Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man

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