Lyrics:

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