Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

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Fuck this

You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught
In the headlights of a stretch car
Now 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

Of course you're not shy
It takes a crowd to cry
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

Of course you're not shy
It takes a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Come over here, come over here
They want you to be Jesus
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
Star

Of course you're not blind
It takes a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

C'mon, kill me, kill me, c'mon, kill me, c'mon

 

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