M.O.
Yeah, baby
Could you be less predictable
Your M.O.'s gotten old
Love me 'til you got me
Then leave me in the New York cold
Could I be less gullible
Why'd I believe you anyways
Shouldn't I have learned that fires tend to burn
And I should just stay away
You say you're sleepin' alone
(Your M.O., your M.O)
But I know you ain't home
(I go high, you go low)
You can look me straight in the eye
And tell me all your pretty lies
Oh, that's your M.O
(Your M.O., your M.O)
Oh, that's your, yeah that's your M.O
Would it kill you to be honest
That's all I really need
Tell me you want my body
Don't tell me that you want my heart
Then end this tragically
You say you're sleepin' alone
(Your M.O., your M.O)
But I know you ain't home
(I go high, you go low)
You can look me straight in the eye
And tell me all your pretty lies
Oh, that's your M.O
(Your M.O., your M.O)
Oh, that's your, yeah that's your M.O
Oo, baby got your rocks off
Oo, baby how did it feel
Didn't take your socks off
It ain't a big deal
But oo, baby got your rocks off
Then left without telling me why
No more second chances
And I mean it this time
You say you're sleepin' alone
(Your M.O., your M.O)
But I know you ain't home
(I go high, you go low)
You can look me straight in the eye
And tell me all your pretty lies
Oh, that's your M.O
Oh, that's your M.O
Could you be less predictable
Your M.O.'s gotten old
Love me 'til you got me
Then leave me in the New York cold
Could I be less gullible
Why'd I believe you anyways
Shouldn't I have learned that fires tend to burn
And I should just stay away
You say you're sleepin' alone
(Your M.O., your M.O)
But I know you ain't home
(I go high, you go low)
You can look me straight in the eye
And tell me all your pretty lies
Oh, that's your M.O
(Your M.O., your M.O)
Oh, that's your, yeah that's your M.O
Would it kill you to be honest
That's all I really need
Tell me you want my body
Don't tell me that you want my heart
Then end this tragically
You say you're sleepin' alone
(Your M.O., your M.O)
But I know you ain't home
(I go high, you go low)
You can look me straight in the eye
And tell me all your pretty lies
Oh, that's your M.O
(Your M.O., your M.O)
Oh, that's your, yeah that's your M.O
Oo, baby got your rocks off
Oo, baby how did it feel
Didn't take your socks off
It ain't a big deal
But oo, baby got your rocks off
Then left without telling me why
No more second chances
And I mean it this time
You say you're sleepin' alone
(Your M.O., your M.O)
But I know you ain't home
(I go high, you go low)
You can look me straight in the eye
And tell me all your pretty lies
Oh, that's your M.O
Oh, that's your M.O
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Writer(s): Adeline Frank
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