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Tom: Am

Verse 1:

Am                   G
 Understand; once he was a family man.
          Fmaj7
So surely I would never, ever,
                    Am
Go through it first hand.

Am                G
 Emulate, all the shit my mother hated.
                 Fmaj7
I can't help but demonstrate,
          Am
My Freudi-an fate.

Verse 2:

   Am           G
My alibi for ta-king your guy,
           Fmaj7                     Am
History re-peats itself; it fails to die.

    Am            G
And animal aggres-sion is my downfall.
                   Fmaj7
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.
         Fmaj7
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.
       Fmaj7
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, Fmaj7  Am

(Repeat to Fade)