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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 demonstrate 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?
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?
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, 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?
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 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?
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?
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, 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?
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