Thar She Blows, Jacques Cousteau
Hear Her Sing So Sweet And Low
Lull Me Overboard, Out-cold
Gathered In And 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 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' Off Flares, Springtime Hares And
Broken-down Mares

Cowered Phones, Big Soup Stones, Prideless Loans,
Grill-sick Crows, Motel Moans And A 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