Bathwater
You and your museum of loversThe precious collection you've housed in your coversMy simpleness threatened by my own admission
And the bags are much too heavyIn my insecure conditionMy pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldn't love anotherI can't help it…you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive womenBountiful selection 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?And I know I can't tame you…but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwaterLove 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 I couldn't love anotherI can't help it…you’re 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 contradictions
'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldn't love anotherShare a toothbrush…you’re my kind of manI still love to wash in your old bathwaterMake 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