Elvis Costello

She used to be the flirting kind
But the boy loved her anyway
He made up with his mind
She said, What's a girl to do to be content?
Use your imagination
Time to experiment
Make love like a punishment
So they call her the flirting kind
The flirting kind

You better stop, stop your running round
I got everything I wanted
I could make up for lost ground
Like the flirting kind
Just the flirting kind
Your love is best
But I'll leave like the rest
Just the flirting kind
Just the flirting kind
Just the flirting kind

They say that her fate is sealed
But she's much too beautiful to ever yield
She says, What's a girl to do to be content?
Use your imagination
Time to experiment
Make love like a punishment
So they call her the flirting kind
The flirting kind

She's crying in her sleep
For a man torn down
Now he's a man all over
He's all over, all over the town

She's the flirting kind
Just the flirting kind
Your love is best
But I'll leave like the rest
Just the flirting kind
Just the flirting kind