You and your museum of loversThe precious collection you've
housed in your coversMy simpleness threatened by my own
admissionAnd the bags are much to heavyIn my insecure
conditionMy pregnant mind is fat full with envy againBut I still
love to wash in your old bathwatherlove to think that you
couldn't love anotherI can't help it...your my kind of
manWanted and adored by attractive womenBountiful selecton at
your discretionI know I'm diving into my own destruction.So
why do we choose the boys that are naughty?I don't fit in so
why do you want me?I know I can't tame you... but I just
keep trying'Cause i love to wash in your old bathwatherLove
to think that you couldn't love anotherI'm on your list
with all your other womenBut I still love to wash in your old
bathwaterYou make me feel like you couln't love anotherI
can't help it...your my kind of man. Why do the good girls
always want the bad boys? So I pacify problems with kisses and
cuddlesDiligently doubtful through all kinds of troubleThen I
find myself choking on all my contradictionsCause I still love
to wash in your old bathwatherLove to think that I couldn't
love anotherShare a toothbrush...your my kind of manI still love
to wash in your old bathwatherMake me feel like I couldn't
love anotherI can't help it...you're my kind of man.
No I can't help myselfI can't help myselfI still love
to wash in your old bathwater.
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