The Flirting Kind

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