Understand once he was a family man
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so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand
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Emulate all the shit my mother hated
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I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate
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My alibi for taking your guy
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history repeats itself, it fails to die
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and animal agression is my downfall
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I don't care 'bout what you got I wanted all
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It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
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and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
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My destructive side has grown a mile wide
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and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
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I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
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and I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing
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and I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears
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for behavioural patterns that stick over the years
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It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
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and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
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My destructive side has grown a mile wide
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and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
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What It Is About Men
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| Amy Winehouse |
