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 heavey

In my insecure condition

My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again



But i still love to wash in your old bathwather

Love to think that you couldn't love another

I can't help it...your my kind of man



Wanted and adored by attractive women

Bountiful selecton 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 trying



'cause i still love to wash in your old bathwather

Love to think that you couldn't 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 you couln't love another

I 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 cuddles

Diligently doubtful through kinds of trouble

Then i find myself choking on all my contradictions



Cause i still love to wash in your old bathwather

Love to think that you couldn't love another

Share a toothbrush...your my kind of man

I still love to wash in your old bathwather

Make me feel like i couldn't love another

I can't help it...you're my kind of man.



No i can't help myself

I can't help myself

I still love to wash in your old bathwater.


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