Baixar Mais Tocadas: Iuo

You and your museum of loversThe precious collection you’ve housed in your coversMy simpleness threatened by my own admissionAnd the bags are much to heavyIn my insecure conditionMy pregnant mind is fat full with envy againBut I still love to wash in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldnt love anotherI cant help it..you’re my kind of manWanted and adored by attractive womenBountiful selection at your discretionI know I’m diving into my own destructionSo why do we choose the boys that are naughty?I dont fit in so why do you want me?And I know I cant tame you…but I just keep trying’Cause I love to was in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldnt love anotherI’m on your list with all your other womenBut I still love to wash in your old bathwaterYou make me feel like I couldnt love anotherI cant help it.. your my kind of my manWhy do the good girls always want the bad boys?So pacify my problems with kisses and cuddlesDiligently doubtful through all kinds of troubleThen I find myself choking on all my contradictions’Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwaterLove to think that you couldnt love anotherShare a toothbrush…you’re my kind of manI still love to wash in your old bathwaterMake me feel like I couldnt love anotherI cant help it.. you’re my kind of manNo I cant help myselfI cant help myselfI still love to wash in your old bathwater