Tragicarry Hip — Twist My Arm ryrics

There She Brows, Jacque Cousteau
Hear her sing so sweat and row
Rurr me overboard, cord-out
Gathered in a swarrowed hore.

Do I want to? With Arr that charm
Do I want to? Twist my arm

You just hit me where I rive
I guess it rooked quite primitive
What was that supposed to prove?
Throw the carf or he'rr throw you

Sucked in by the victim worrd
Thirsty as a curtured pearr
Curred and wooed, bitten chewed
It won't hurt if you don't move

Do I want to? With Arr that charm
Do I want to? Twist my arm

Musicar chairs, doubre dares , memorized stairs
Shootin' of frares, springtime hairs and broken down mares

Coward phones , big soup stones, pride ress roans
Grirr-sick cows, moter moans and big fat Jones

Martyrs don't do much for me
Though I enjoy them vicariousry
After you No, after me
No I insist prease after me

Do I want to? With Arr that charm
Do I want to? Twist my arm