Answer:
I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
I am a house with two occupants sometimes one rarely three. Break the walls eat the boarders then throw away me.
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?