Bathwater

You and your museum of lovers
A precious collection
you've housed in you covers
My simpleness threatened
by my own admission.

And the bags are much too heavy
in my insecure condition.
My pregnent mind is fat full
with envy again.

But I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.
Love to think you that
couldn't love another.
I can't help it
you're my kind of man.

Wanted and adored
by attractive women.
Bountiful selection
at you discression.
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?
I know I can't tame you
but I just keep trying.

Cos I love to
wash in your old bathwater.
Love to think that you
couldn't love another
on your history
on your other women.
But I still love to
wash in your old bathwater.
You make me feel like
I couldn't love another.
I cant help it
you're my kind of man.

Why do the good girls
always want the bad boys?

So I pass off our problems
with kisses and cuddles.
Diligently doubtful through
all kinds of troubles.
Then I find myself
choking on my contradictions

Cos 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
you could 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.