Music and lyrics

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've been stealing

From the theives and you got caught

In the headlights

Of a stretch car

You're a star

Dressing like your sister

Living like a tart

They don't know what you're doing

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

There's a crowd to cry

Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

They want you to be Jesus

They'll go 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
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