Amy Winehouse - What Is It About Men

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 demonstrate my Freudian fate
My alibi for taking your guy
History repeats itself, it fails to die
And animal aggression is my downfall
I don't care 'bout what you got, I want it all

It bricked up in my head, it 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 take the wrong men as naturally as I sing
And I'll save my tears, for uncovering my fears
Our behavior patter that stick over the years

It bricked up in my head, it 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?"

It bricked up in my head, it 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? What is it 'bout men?"