^EYou ^Band your ^Amuseum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission

^EAnd ^Bthe bags ^Aare much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

Refrén:

^EBut I ^Bstill love to ^Awash in ^Byour old bathwater Love to think that you couldn't love another I can't help it...you're my kind of man

^EWanted and ^Badored by ^Aattractive 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

^E'Cause I ^Blove to ^Awash in ^Byour 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

No Doubt - Bathwater