What Is It About Men

Understand, once he was a family man
So surely I would never ever go through it first-hand
Emulate all the shit my mother hates
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 about 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 (myself again)
What is it 'bout men? What is it 'bout men?
(What is it? 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
Our 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?
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? (What is it 'em? What is it 'bout 'em?)
(What is about 'em? What is about 'em?)