Bathwater

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 wash 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