Song Lyrics

You don’t know how you got 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
You’re a star

Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
If 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
You need a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Oh

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 blind
You don’t have to deny your love
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
Star

Of course you’re not blind
You don’t have to deny your love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me

Oh, that’s better
Good for you?
It’s good for me
Oh child, oh child
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh