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...your'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 you 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
 I'm on your list with all you 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 my 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 my man

 No I can't help myself
 I can't help myself
 I still love to wash in your old bathwater