Green Shirt

There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen

Who comes into my house every night

She takes all the red, yellow, orange and green

And she turns them into black and white

But you tease, 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 Quisling 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, 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

I never said I was a diplomat

Everybody is under suspicion

But you don't wanna hear about that

'Cause you tease, 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?

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