Bathwater -No Doubt- Lyrics

	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 nasty? 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 my 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

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 nasty?
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 my 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