

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
And so I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of troubles
Then I find myself ch0king 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..."
-- No Doubt