Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me — U2

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 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 It takes 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 33 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 (orgasms to fade)