There She Blows, Jacque Cousteau  Hear her sing so sweat and low  Lull me overboard, cold-out  Gathered in a swallowed hole.     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    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    Musical chairs, double dares , memorized stairs  Shootin' of flares, springtime hairs and broken down mares    Coward phones , big soup stones, pride less loans  Grill-sick cows, motel moans 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 to? Twist my arm