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
 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?
 Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs
 Shooting off flares, springtime hares, broken-down mares
 Cowered phones, big soup stones, prideless loans
 Grill-sick crows, motel moans and big fat Jones
 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