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hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
You don't know how you took it You just know what you got Oh lordy, you been stealing from the thieves And you got caught In the headlights of a stretch car, You're a star. Dressing like your sister Living like a tart If they don't know what you're doin' Babe it must be art, You're a headache, in a suitcase You're a star. Oh, no, don't be shy You don't have to go blind, Hold me Thrill me Kiss me Kill me. You don't know how you got here You just know you want out Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt, You're a big smash You wear it like a rash Star. Oh no, don't be shy You need a crowd to cry, Hold me Thrill me Kiss me Kill me. They want you to be Jesus They'll got down on one knee But they'll want their money back If you're alive at thirty-three, And you're turning tricks With your crucifix. You're a star, oh child Of course you're not shy You don't have to deny love, Hold me Thrill me Kiss me Kill me.