Tom: Am Verse 1: Am G Understand; once he was a family man. F7+ So surely I would never, ever, Am Go through it first hand. Am G Emulate, all the shit my mother hated. F7+ I can't help but demonstrate, Am My Freudi-an fate. Verse 2: Am G My alibi for ta-king your guy, F7+ Am History re-peats itself; it fails to die. Am G And animal aggres-sion is my downfall. F7+ I don't care 'bout what you got; Am I want it all. Chorus 1: Am It's bricked up in my head, G And shoved under my bed. Am And I question myself again; G What is it 'bout men? Am My destructive side, G Has grown a mile wide, Am And I question myself again; G What is it 'bout men? Am E7#9 What is it 'bout men? Verse 3: Am G I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing. F7+ And I'll take the wrong man, Am As naturally as I sing. Am And I'll save my tears, G For uncover-ing my fears. F7+ For be-havioural patterns, Am That stick o-ver the years. Chorus 2: Am It's bricked up in my head, G And shoved under my bed. Am And I question myself again; G What is it 'bout men? Am My destructive side, G Has grown a mile wide, Am And I question myself again; G What is it 'bout men? Am Ooh, it's bricked up in my head, G And shoved under my bed. Am And I question myself again; G What is it 'bout men? Am My destructive side, G Has grown a mile wide, Am And I question myself again; G What is it 'bout men? Am G/A What is it 'bout men? Outro: Am G, F7+ Am (Repeat to Fade)