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.