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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 to 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 cant 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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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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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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And so I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles |
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Diligently doubtful through all kinds of troubles |
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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 |