Amy Winehouse
What Is It About Men dainos žodžiai
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 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
of behavioural patterns 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?
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: now, 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 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?
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
of behavioural patterns 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?
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: now, 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?'
