There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green 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 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, 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? There are are whys in the windows, there are whys in the wall There are whys in the kitchen and whys in the halls There are whys on poles and whys on your face There are whys in the holes coming out all over the place 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