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Amy Winehouse Frank What It Is About Men 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 wanted 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? 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 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? |
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