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 Yeah do I want to, with all that charm? Do I want to? Twist my arm Yeah 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 Yeah 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 Yeah do I want to, with all that charm? Do I want to? Twist my arm Yeah musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs Shootin' off flares, springtime hares, broken-down mares Yeah coward 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 you? Twist my arm Ha, do I want to? With all that charm? Do I want you? Twist my arm, ah do it --- Twist My Arm - The Tragically Hip