What Is It About Men
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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 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?
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?
In this song, Amy Winehouse expresses her struggle with relationships and why she seems to constantly be repeating the same mistakes. She starts by acknowledging that the man she is with was once a family man, which indicates that she is with someone who has a history of cheating or possibly leaving his family for her. She then reflects on her own behavior, demonstrating the same destructive patterns that her mother hated. She can't help but repeat these patterns, as if it's in her fate, blaming it on Freudian psychology.
Winehouse sings about her desire for material possessions, proclaiming that she wants everything her partner has. She recognizes that her animal aggression, or primal instincts, are her downfall. She repeats the same question twice - "what is it 'bout men?" - meanwhile, she contemplates the reasons for her attraction to these types of men who ultimately lead to her downfall. In the end, she realizes that the answer is bricked up in her head and shoved under the bed, possibly meaning that she has repressed memories or emotions that she needs to confront.
Line by Line Meaning
Understand once he was a family man
I know that he was once a devoted family man
So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand
I believed that I would never experience the pain of a failing relationship like my mother did
Emulate all the shit my mother hated
I find myself repeating the same pattern of seeking out men who share qualities my mother despised
I can't help but demostrate my Freudian fate
I am unable to control my psychological tendency to repeat patterns from my childhood upbringing
My alibi for taking your guy
I justify myself for taking your partner by blaming it on the fact that it's a repeating pattern
History repeats itself, it fails to die
Patterns in life and relationships repeat themselves and don't seem to change
And animal agression is my downfall
My intense and primal emotions often lead to my own demise
I don't care 'bout what you got I want it all
I am selfish and disregard the consequences of my actions in pursuit of my own desires
It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed
My thoughts and feelings about these repeating patterns are buried deep within me, hidden away
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
I repeatedly wonder why I am drawn to certain types of men who perpetuate these patterns
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
My harmful tendencies have multiplied and become more pronounced over time
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
I continue to question and reflect on why these patterns and tendencies exist within me and my interactions with men
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Written by: CHRIS DELROY, JACKSON DONOVAN, FELIX HOWARD, EARL SMITH, LUKE SMITH, PAUL WATSON, COLE WILBURN, GORDON OPHAREL WILLIAMS, AMY JADE WINEHOUSE
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