Twist My Arm - The Tragically Hip

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

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?

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?

Yeah;

Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs

Shooting off flares, springtime hares, broken-down mares

Yeah;

Cowered 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 to twist my arm?

Do I want to with all that charm?

Do I want to twist my arm?

Oh do it