Song lyrics What it is about men by 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 canīt 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 donīt care ībout what you got I wanted all

Itīs bricked up in my head, itīs shoved under my bed
and I question myself again: what is it ībout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
and I question myself again: what is it ībout men?

Iīm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
and Iīll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing
and Iīll save my tears for uncovering my fears
for behavioural patters that stick over the years

Itīs bricked up in my head, itīs shoved under my bed
and I question myself again: what is it ībout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
and I question myself again: what is it ībout men?