Oh yes I'm guilty
  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