Bathwater

You and your museum of lovers

A precious collection you've housed in your covers

My simpleness threatened by my own admission

And the bags are much too 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 couldn't love another

I can't help it, you're my kinda 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 don't fit in, so why do you want me?

I know I can't tame you, but I just keep tryin'

'Cause I  love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

On your list with all your other women

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater

You make me feel like I couldn't love another

I can't help it, you're my kinda man

Woo

Ooh

Ooh

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles

Diligently laid down for though 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 couldn't love another

Share a toothbrush, you're my kinda man

I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Make me feel like you couldn't love another

I can't help it, you're my kinda man

Woo

Doo-doo-ooh

Duh-doo-doo

Doo-doo-ooh

No, I can't help myself

I can't help myself

I still love to wash in your old bathwater

Ooh-wee