you and your museum of scrubbers
a priceless collection above any other
my cleanliness threatened by your suspicion
and your expectations are much too heavy
in my insecure condition
my jealous mind is green with envy again

'cuz i love to wash in your toilet water
love to think that it could've been another's
waste i'm wading in
you're my kind of man

wanted and adored by plumbers and women
you're getting noticed 'cuz of your convictions
i know i'm diving into the cleanest can
so why do we use, the toilet gets dirty
we can go outside, it sure won't hurt me
i know i can't change you
and i just don't want to

'cuz i love to wash in your toilet water
love to think that it could've been another's
waste i'm wading in
you're my kind of man
'cuz i love to wash in your toilet water
love to think that it could've been another's
waste i'm wading in
you're my kind of man

why do the bad girls always want the clean boys

so i try to distract you with kisses and cuddles
but you just can't help it, you wipe up the puddles
of spit that drips out when i'm excited

'cuz i love to wash in your toilet water
love to think that it could've been another's
waste i'm wading in
you're my kind of man
'cuz i love to wash in your toilet water
love to think that it could've been another's
waste i'm wading in
you're my kind of man