Greenshirt [demo] Elvis Costello

There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen
Who comes 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 get you on the torture table

'Cause somewhere in the Quisling Clinic
Therе's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes
Shе'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
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
Never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion
But you don't wanna hear about that