Twist My Arm

There She Blows, Jacque Cousteau Hear her sing so sweat and low Lull me overboard, cold-out Gathered in a swallowed hole. 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 s*cked 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 Musical chairs, double dares , memorized stairs Shootin' of flares, springtime hairs and broken down mares Coward phones , big soup stones, pride less loans Grill-sick cows, 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