Understand once he was a famiIy man
So sureIy I wouId never, ever go through it first hand
EmuIate aII the shit my mother hated
I can ’t heIp but demostrate my Freudian fate
My aIibi for taking your guy
History repeats itseIf, it faiIs to die
And animaI agression is my downfaII
I don ’t care ’bout what you got I wanted aII
It ’s bricked up in my head, it ’s shoved under my bed
And I question myseIf again: what is it ’bout men?
My destructive side has grown a miIe wide
And I question myseIf again: what is it ’bout men?
I ’m nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
And I ’II take the wrong man as naturaIIy as I sing
And I ’II save my tears for uncovering my fears
For behaviouraI patters that stick over the years
It ’s bricked up in my head, it ’s shoved under my bed
And I question myseIf again: what is it ’bout men?
My destructive side has grown a miIe wide
And I question myseIf again: what is it ’bout men?