| You and your museum of lovers
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| The precious collection you’ve housed in your covers
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| My simpleness threatened by my own admission
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| And the bags are much too heavy
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| In my insecure condition
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| My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
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| But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
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| Love to think that you couldn’t love another
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| I can’t help it… you're my kind of man
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| Wanted and adored by attractive women
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| Bountiful selection at your discretion
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| I know I’m diving into my own destruction
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| So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
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| I don’t fit in so why do you want me?
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| And I know I can’t tame you… but I just keep trying
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| Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
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| Love to think that you couldn’t love another
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| I’m on your list with all your other women
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| But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
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| You make me feel like I couldn’t love another
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| I can’t help it… you're my kind of man
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| Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
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| So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
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| Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
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| Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
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| Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
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| Love to think that you couldn’t love another
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| Share a toothbrush… you're my kind of man
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| I still love to wash in your old bathwater
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| Make me feel like I couldn’t love another
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| I can’t help it… you're my kind of man
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| No I can’t help myself
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| I can’t help myself
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| I still love to wash in your old bathwater |