Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
You don't know how you took itYou just know what you gotOh Lordy, you've been stealing from the thievesAnd you got caughtIn the headlights of a stretch carYou're a star
Dressing like your sisterLiving like a tartThey don't know what you're doingBabe it must be artYou're a headache, in a suitcaseYou're a star
Oh, no, don't be shyYou don't have to go blindHold meThrill meKiss meKill me
You don't know how you got hereYou just know you want outBelieving in yourself almost as much as you doubtYou're a big smashYou wear it like a rashStar
Oh no, don't be shyThere's a crowd to cryHold meThrill meKiss meKill me
[Dr.Chase:] [What is it about the wrong kind of man?][Batman:] [It's the car right? Chicks love the car.]
They want you to be JesusThey'll go down on one kneeBut they'll want their money backIf you're alive at thirty-threeAnd you're turning tricksWith your crucifixYou're a starOh child
Of course you're not shyYou don't have to deny loveHold meThrill meKiss meKill me