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      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 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?   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   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 your my kind of man      Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?      And so I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles   Diligently doubtful through all kinds of troubles   Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions      'Cause I still 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