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 wanted allIt'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 behavioral patters that stick over the years'Cause it's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
And I question myself again: What is it 'bout men?
Now my destructive side has grown a mile wide
And I question myself again: What is it 'bout men?Ooh, it's bricked up in my head, and 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?
What is it 'bout men?
Composição: Amy Winehouse / Felix Howard / Luke Smith / Paul Watson.
