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She's in a bikini with a martini
A goddess in a Fellini
Takin' every kind of pill

He's wearin' Armani in his Ferrari
Gettin' loaded off her body
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill

The thrill can kill

She's drivin' to Vegas in her Mercedes
On the weekend gettin' crazy
Givin' every kind of thrill

She's in her Dior Haute Couture
Spendin' money hardcore
And daddy's got the bill
But the thrill can kill

Everybody wants a thrill
It tastes so good it makes you ill
No one's gonna make you stop
Everybody's havin' fun
Dancing with a loaded gun
No one's gonna make you give it up

The thrill can kill

She's walkin' the runway in every city
Gettin' paid to be too skinny
Givin' looks to kill

He's getting head inside of a limo
Holdin' on to her stilettos
Spendin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill

Everybody wants a thrill
It tastes so good it makes you ill
No one's gonna make you stop
Everybody's havin' fun
Dancing with a loaded gun
No one's gonna make you give it up

The thrill can kill

Ohh ohh ohh
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill

But the thrill can kill

Everybody wants a thrill
It tastes so good it makes you ill
No one's gonna make you stop
Everybody's havin' fun
Dancing with a loaded gun
No one's gonna make you give it up

The thrill can kill
Everybody wants (wants) a thrill
Everybody wants (wants) a thrill
Ohh ohh ohh
The thrill can kill

Rollin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill

The thrill can kill
The thrill can kill

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She's in a bikini with a martini  A goddess in a Fellini  Takin' every kind of pill    He's wearin' Armani in his Ferrari  Gettin' loaded off her body  Rollin' hundred dollar bills  But the thrill can kill    The thrill can kill    She's drivin' to Vegas in her Mercedes  On the weekend gettin' crazy  Givin' every kind of thrill    She's in her Dior Haute Couture  Spendin' money hardcore  And daddy's got the bill  But the thrill can kill    Everybody wants a thrill  It tastes so good it makes you ill  No one's gonna make you stop  Everybody's havin' fun  Dancing with a loaded gun  No one's gonna make you give it up    The thrill can kill    She's walkin' the runway in every city  Gettin' paid to be too skinny  Givin' looks to kill    He's getting head inside of a limo  Holdin' on to her stilettos  Spendin' hundred dollar bills  But the thrill can kill    Everybody wants a thrill  It tastes so good it makes you ill  No one's gonna make you stop  Everybody's havin' fun  Dancing with a loaded gun  No one's gonna make you give it up    The thrill can kill    Ohh ohh ohh  Rollin' hundred dollar bills  But the thrill can kill    But the thrill can kill    Everybody wants a thrill  It tastes so good it makes you ill  No one's gonna make you stop  Everybody's havin' fun  Dancing with a loaded gun  No one's gonna make you give it up    The thrill can kill  Everybody wants (wants) a thrill  Everybody wants (wants) a thrill  Ohh ohh ohh  The thrill can kill    Rollin' hundred dollar bills  But the thrill can kill    The thrill can kill  The thrill can kill    these lyrics are submitted by hater