There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen 
 [bad word] 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