| 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 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 don't fit in so why do you want me? | |
| 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, you're 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 |