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 heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with 
envy again

Chorus :
But I still love to wash in your old 
bathwater
Love to think that you couldnt love another
I cant help it, 
you're my kind of 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 dont fit 
in so why do you want me?
And I know I cant tame you, but I just keep 
trying

'Cause I love to was in your old bathwater
Love to think that 
you couldnt love another
I'm on your list with all your other 
women

[Chorus]

Why do the good girls always want the bad 
boys?

So pacify my problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently 
doubtful through 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 couldnt 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 my man

No I 
cant help myself
I cant help myself
I still love to wash in your old 
bathwater