Sangtekst: Tragically Hip. Twist My Arm.

There she blows, Jacque Cousteau
Hear her sing so sweet and low
Lull me overboard out cold
Gathered in and swallowed whole

Yeah, do I want to with all that charm?
Do I want to twist my arm?

Yeah, 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, all that charm?
Do I want to twist my arm?

Yeah, 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, all that charm?
Do I want to twist my arm?

Yeah, do I want to with all that charm?
Do I want to twist my arm?

Yeah, musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs
Shootin' of flares, springtime hairs, broken down mares

Yeah, coward phones , big soup stones, pride less loans
Grill sick cows, motel moans, 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, all that charm?
Do I want to twist my arm?

Huh, do I want to with all that charm?
Do I want to twist my arm?
Do it