Doing It Wrong

If you think you've got my number

You need to check your math

You think you know my type

You think I'm as simple as that

Baby, better take a closer look

'Cause baby, you didn't write this book

Oh baby, you're doing it wrong

Humming the tune instead of singing the song

I'm a bird of a different feather

And by now you should know me better

Oh baby, you're doing it wrong

You think you know how to please me

You think you've got what it takes

You've got the pedal to the metal

You should be applying the brakes

You seem to think you've got me figured out

You think you understand what I'm about

Oh baby, you're doing it wrong

Your whiskey's weak and you're coming on too strong

I'd hip to that old trick

You really think you're something slick

Oh baby, you're doing it wrong

You'll lose your mind trying to read mine (Mine)

That's not the way to win my heart (My heart)

Can't you see (Can't you see)

It's the mystery that is the better part

Oh baby, you're doing it wrong

Singing the words to the wrong damn song

I'm a bird of a different feather

And by now you should know me better

Oh baby, you're doing it wrong