Amy Winehouse What It Is About Men song lyrics

Understand once he was a family man

So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand

Emulate all the shit 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?