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)