Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me - U2

You don’t know how you took it You just know what you got

Oh lawdy, 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