Interpret:

Amy Winehouse

Album:

Frank

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? 


My 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 patters 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?


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?