What Is It About Men

Understand, once he was a family man

So surely I would never, ever go through it firsthand

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, "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

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?"