what it is about men lyrics – amy winehouse

understand once he was a family man
so surely i would never, ever go through it first hand
emulate all the sh*t 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?

/ amy winehouse lyrics