Spring Has Sprung!
Sort of. We seem to have a bi-polar weather system this year. Snowing one day and 90 the next. Heck we had snow in the morning one day and then it got up to 70 in the afternoon. It is severely screwing with my sinuses. So because I'm in a weird mood, I wanted to post this!
Oh yes I'm guilty
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admissions
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?
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 kinda 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 kinda 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 kinda man
No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
So that's my weirdness for the day. Or however long it takes for me to post again. I know I'm bad at this. I've really only got two things floating around in my head right now and they are both confusing. So I don't think I'll confuse anyone else with them.
Oh yes I'm guilty
You and your museum of lovers
The precious collection you've housed in your covers
My simpleness threatened by my own admissions
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?
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 kinda 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 kinda 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 kinda man
No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
So that's my weirdness for the day. Or however long it takes for me to post again. I know I'm bad at this. I've really only got two things floating around in my head right now and they are both confusing. So I don't think I'll confuse anyone else with them.