Bathwater

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
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 on trying

'Cause I still love to wash
In your old bathwater
Love to think that
You couldn't love another
I'm on you list with
All your other women

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 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

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