bathwater
- by no doubt
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
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
2 Comments:
Wow Andrea you have a talent for writing. Who’s bath water are you talking about and why do all the good girls go for the bad boys? It makes me wonder if I should start being an ass. I don’t think I will go down to that level though. But it sounds like this is dirty bath water so maybe you should find another bath. A Good clean one. lol
well first off thanks for the comment, but i never wrote this. its a song by no doubt. if you've never heard it i suggest you go out and listen to it right away!!
to answer your question, i really don't know why all the good girls go for the bad boys...i guess its just..hmm well they are interesting? we know they aren't good for us, but it's like what you know you can't have makes you want it even more...get it? and noo you can't start being a bad ass, it's so not you and you just can't!
uhh now your other question..i guess this dirty bathwater doesn't really belong to anyone in particular, its more of a memory kind of thing that i'm still trying to sort out and understand. but yeah i think its time i get some clean bathwater and pull the drain on this dirty one and just stop trying to understand it all. time to get me some nice clean bathwater! lol
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