Thar She Blows, Jaques Cousteau Hear Here 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. You Just Hit Me Where I Live I Guess It Looked Quite Primitive What Was That Supposed To Prove? Throw The Call 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, Prideless Loans, Grill Sick Crows, Motel Groans 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 You? Twist My Arm.