U2 - 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