Twist My Arm

There she blows, Jacques Cousteau Hear her sing so sweet and low Lull me overboard, out cold Gathered in and swallowed whole Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? You just hit me where I live I guess it looked quite primitive What was that supposed to prove? Throw the calf or he'll throw you Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Sucked in by the victim world Thirsty as a cultured pearl Culled and wooed, bitten, chewed It won't hurt if you don't move Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Yeah; Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs Shooting off flares, springtime hares, broken-down mares Yeah; Cowered phones, big soup stones, prideless loans Grill-sick crows, motel moans and big fat Jones Woo woo Martyrs don't do much for me Though I enjoy them vicariously After you, no, after me No, I insist, please, after me Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Do I want to with all that charm? Do I want to twist my arm? Oh do it