You and your museum of lovers a precious collection you've housedin your cover my simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy in my insecure condition my pregnant mind is filled with envy again but i love to wash in your old bathwater love to think she  couldnt love another i cant help it... you're  my kind of girl wanted and adored by attractive men bountiful selection at your own destruction so why do we choose the girls thats are naughty? I dont fit in so why do you want me? And I know I cant tame you... but I keep trying 

'cause I love to bath in your old bathwater love to think you cant love another Im on your list with all your other men But i still love love to wash in your old bathwater You make me feel like she couldnt love another I cant help it... you're my kind of girl. Why do the good guys want the bad girls? So i pacify prblems 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 bath in you're old bathwater love to think that she couldnt love another share a toothbrush... you're my kind of girl  I still love to wash in you're old bathwater Make me feel like she couldnt love another  i cant help it... you're my kind of girl No i cant help myself I cant help myself I still love to bath in you're old bathwater.