Twist My Arm

Twist My Arm" by The Tragically Hip: A Tale of Temptation and Resilience
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Lyrics

There she blows, Jacques Cousteau

Reference to Jacques Cousteau, suggesting a nautical theme.

Hear her sing so sweet and low

Describing a sweet and low singing voice.

Lull me overboard, out cold

Expressing a desire to be lulled overboard into unconsciousness.

Gathered in and swallowed whole

Imagery of being gathered in and consumed completely.


Yeah do I want to, with all that charm?

Questioning the desire to engage with charm, reluctantly agreeing ("Twist my arm").

Do I want to? Twist my arm

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Yeah do I want to, with all that charm?

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Do I want to? Twist my arm

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You just hit me where I live

Feeling a direct impact, possibly emotionally.

I guess it looked quite primitive

Reflecting on a primitive appearance or situation.

What was that supposed to prove?

Questioning the purpose or meaning of a particular action.

Throw the calf or he'll throw you

Metaphorically suggesting a confrontation with a challenge.


Do I want to, with all that charm?

Reiterating the internal conflict about embracing charm ("Twist my arm").

Do I want to? Twist my arm

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Yeah do I want to, with all that charm?

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Do I want to? Twist my arm

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Sucked in by the victim world

Drawn into a world of victims, possibly feeling a sense of empathy.

Thirsty as a cultured pearl

Comparing the thirst for experience to a cultured pearl.

Culled and wooed, bitten, chewed

Describing a process of being courted, bitten, and chewed.

It won't hurt if you don't move

Suggesting that remaining still might avoid pain.


Do I want to, with all that charm?

Repeating the internal struggle with the allure of charm ("Twist my arm").

Do I want to? Twist my arm

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Yeah do I want to, with all that charm?

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Do I want to? Twist my arm

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Yeah musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs

Listing various chaotic and challenging situations.

Shootin' off flares, springtime hares, broken-down mares

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Yeah coward phones, big soup stones, prideless loans

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Grill sick crows, motel moans and big fat Jones, woo woo

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Martyrs don't do much for me

Expressing a lack of interest in martyrs but playfully offering a turn.

Though I enjoy them vicariously

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After you, no! After me

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No, I insist! Please, after me

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Do I want to? With all that charm?

Final repetition of the internal conflict regarding charm ("Twist my arm").

Do I want you? Twist my arm

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Ha, do I want to? With all that charm?

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Do I want you? Twist my arm, ah do it

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