Känner Du Som Jag
sie ist die schönste Rose und blüht in der Prärie.
Doch ein Cowboy
der muß reiten
viele Meilen hin und her
drum hat er's in der Liebe auch manchmal ziemlich schwer.
Wenn die Rosen blüh'n in Texas
denk ich nur noch an sie
und reite wie der Teufel zu meiner Rosalie.
Wenn die Rosen blüh'n in Texas
ja
dann wartet sie
drum bin ich gern in Texas und nicht in Tennesse.
Denn die schönste aller Rosen blüht nur für mich allei
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 to heavey
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwather
love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...your my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selecton 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 bathwather
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 you couln't love another
I can't help it...your 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 bathwather
Love to think that I couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...your my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwather
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.