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

Haunted 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 trying

'Cause I love to wash in your old badwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
On your list with all your other women

Chorus
But I still love to wash in your old badwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it.. your 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 badwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...you're my kind of man

Chorus
I still love to wash in your old badwater
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 badwater