If you think youve got my number You need to check your math You think you know my type You think Im as simple as that Baby better take a closer look Cause baby you didnt write this book Oh baby, youre doing it wrong Humming the tune Instead of singing the song Im a bird of a different feather And by now you should know me better Oh baby, youre doing it wrong You think you know how to please me You think youve got what it takes Youve got the pedal to the metal You should be applying the brakes You seem to think youve got me figured out Think you understand what Im about Oh baby, youre doing it wrong The whiskey is weak and youre coming on too strong Im hip to that old trick You really think youre something slick Oh baby, youre doing it wrong Youll lose your mind trying to read mine Thats not the way to win my heart Cant you see its the mystery thats the better part? Oh baby, youre doing it wrong Singing the words to the wrong damn song Im a bird of a different feather And by now you should know me better Oh baby, youre doing it wrong
wrong, think, baby, youve, better