Amy Winehouse - What It Is About Men lyrics

Understand once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the sh** my mother hated I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate My alibi for taking your guy History repeats itself, it fails to die And animal agression is my downfall I don't care 'bout what you got I want it all It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing And I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing And I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears For behavioural patterns that stick over the years It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?