Green Shirt

There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes into my house every night.
And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
And she turns them into black and white.

But you tease, and 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 "quizling 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 tease, and 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 tease, and you flirt...

Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?

You tease, and you flirt...

You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it