There s a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night.
And she takes all the redyelloworange and green
And she turns them into black and white.
But you teaseand you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself but somebody s gonna get it
Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table
Cause somewhere in the "Quisling Clinic"
There s a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
She s listening in to the Venus line
She s picking out names
I hope none of them are mine
But you teaseand you flirt...
Never said I was a stool pigeon
I never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion
But you don t wanna hear about that
Cause you teaseand you flirt...
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
You teaseand you flirt...
You can please yourself but somebody s gonna get it
You can please yourself but somebody s gonna get it
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