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