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
You don’t know what you 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
It takes a clown to cry

Hold Me
Thrill Me
Kiss Me
Kill Me

They want you to be Jesus
They’ll go down on one knee
They’ll want their money back if you’re alive at 33

And your turning tricks
With your crucifix
You’re the star

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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