Lyrics Twist My Arm - The Tragically Hip

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
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