The Flirting Kind - Elvis Costello, The Attractions

She used to be the flirting kind

But the boy loved her anyway

He made up 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

With the flirting kind

The flirting kind

Your love is best

But I’ll leave like the rest

Just a flirting kind

They say that her fate is sealed

But she’s much too beautiful to ever yield

She’s crying in her sleep

For a man tone deaf

So is a man all over

He’s all over, all over town

Just a flirting kind