Twist My Arm

Thar 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.

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 you? twist my arm.

Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs,
Shootin off flares, springtime hares and broken-down mares

Coward phones, big soup stones, prideless loans,
Grill sick crows, motel groans 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 you? twist my arm.