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 anotherI 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

La carta rosada piensa viajar alrededor del mundo hasta encontrarte
Cuando la nena se quite la bata y hable por telefono enfrente tuyo te vas a dar cuenta que el condominio no es lo mismo sin vos
Después de entregar las flores y verlas morirse en medio de tanta agua me vas a ver
El sonido del avión tratando de enmudecerlo todo te va a gritar que es cierto lo que temías

Y el miedo, o las ganas de tratar de no aceptarlo te van a consumir

en cambio
de este lado
grito
como siempre lo he hecho cuando se trata de este juego
de estar lavando en tu agua sucia del baño

no me interesa que no te interese
el papel roto esta colgado de la pared
y la carta rosada esta viajando

Cuando me tengás enfrente no pensés en nada más
solo trata de disfrutarme tanto como lo hacías cuando el juego empezó

Porque este es otro mundo
otra caja
otro ser

Y estando acá
simplemente nada puede ser mejor