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



CHORUS:

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 short time typist taking seconds over minutes



she's listening in to the venus line

she's picking out name

I hope none of them are mine



chorus



never said I was a stool pigeon

I never said I was a diplomat

everybody is under suspicion

but you don't want to hear about that



chorus



better send the begging letter

to the big investigation

who put these fingerprints

on my imagination



chorus