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 get you on the torture table
Cause somewhere in the quizling clinic there's a short-hand type who's taking seconds over
minutes
She's listening in to the fiendish line, she's picking out names, I hope none of them are
mine
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
Never said I was a stool pigeon, never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion, but you don't wanna hear about that
Cause 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 send a begging letter to the big investigation who put these fingerprints on my imagination
There are wires in the windows, there are wires in the walls, there are wires in the
kitchen and wires in the hall
There are wires on the poles, there are wires in your face, there are wires in the holes
Coming out all over the place
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
You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it
You can please yourself, but somebody's gonna get it