Album: Road Apples (1991)

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