Thar she blows, jaques cousteau hear here 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 call 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