

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