The Tragically Hip
Twist My Arm (Live At The Roxy May 3, 1991)
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