SINGER: The Tragically Hip

SONG:Twist My Arm

That she blows, jacques cousteau hear her sing so sweet and low lull me oberboard, out-cold gathered in and swallowed whole
Do i want to? with all that charm? do i want to? twist my arm
You just him where i live i guess it looked quite primitive what was that supposed to prove? throw the calf 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, pridless loans, grill-sick crows, motel moans and a big fat jones
Martyrs don't do much for me thought 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