Green Shirt

Theres 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 somebodys gonna get it

Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table
cause somewhere in the quisling clinic
Theres a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
Shes listening in to the venus line
Shes 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 dont 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 somebodys gonna get it
You can please yourself but somebodys gonna get it