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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