Old Bathwater — текст песни (no doubt)

You and your museum of lovers
the precious collection you`ve housed in your covers
your simpliness 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, your my kind of manNn

Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bontiful selection at your discression
And i know im diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
i dont fit in so why do you want me?
I know i can`t tame you, but i just keep on Trying.

cause i love to wash in your old bathwater
love to think that you couldnt love another
im 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 kinda of maNnN

why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

so i passify problems, with kisses and cuddles
diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
then i find myself choking on all my contridictions

Cause i still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn`t love another
Share a toothbrush, your my kind of manNn
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like you couldn`t love another
i can`t help it, your my kind of ManNn..

no i can`t help myself, i can`t help myself
i still love to wash in your old bathwater..