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 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 kind of man


Wanted and adored by attractive women

Bountiful selection of 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

And I know I can't tame you, but I just keep trying


Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater

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 I couldn't love another

I 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 cuddles

Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble

Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions


Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater

Love to think that you couldn't love another

Share a toothbrush, you're my kind of man

I still love to wash in your old bathwater

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