What Is It About Men - Amy Winehouse

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 wanted 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 patters 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?