F#m A Bm A Understand once he was a family man G Bm so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand F#m A Bm A Emulate all the shit my mother hated G Bm I can't help but demostrate 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 Chorus: Bm A It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed Bm A and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? Bm A My destructive side has grown a mile wide Bm A 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 Our behavioural patterns that stick over the years Chorus: '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?" | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA F#m G Bm |