Bathwater - No Doubt

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 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… 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?

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 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?

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 man

No I can’t help myself

I can’t help myself

I still love to wash in your old bathwater