There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
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Who comes into my house every night.
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And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
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And she turns them into black and white.
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But you tease, and you flirt
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And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
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You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
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Better cut off all identifying labels
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Before they put you on the torture table
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'Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic"
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There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
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She's listening in to the Venus line
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She's picking out names
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I hope none of them are mine
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But you tease, and you flirt...
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Never said I was a stool pigeon
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I never said I was a diplomat
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Everybody is under suspicion
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But you don't wanna hear about that
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'Cause you tease, and you flirt...
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Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
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Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
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You tease, and you flirt...
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You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
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You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
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Green Shirt
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Elvis Costello |