What Is It About Men(Live At North Sea Jazz Festival)-Amy Winehouse

　　Understand once he was a family man

　　So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand

　　Emulate all the shit my mama 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?

　　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?

　　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?