| You don’t know how you took it You just know what you got
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| Oh lawdy, you been stealing from the thieves
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| And you got caught
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| In the headlights of a stretch car
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| You’re a star
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| Dressing like your sister
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| Living like a tart
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| If they don’t know what you’re doin'
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| Babe it must be art
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| You’re a headache, in a suitcase
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| You’re a star
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| Oh, no, don’t be shy
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| You don’t have to go blind
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| Hold me, thrill me Kiss me, kill me You don’t know how you got here
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| You just know you want out
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| Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt
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| You’re a big smash
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| You wear it like a rash star
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| Oh no, don’t be shy
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| You need a crowd to cry
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| Hold me, thrill me Kiss me, kill me They want you to be Jesus
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| They’ll got down on one knee
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| But they’ll want their money back
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| If you’re alive at thirty-three
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| And you’re turning tricks
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| With your crucifix
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| You’re a star, oh child
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| Of course you’re not shy
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| You don’t have to deny love
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| Hold me, thrill me Kiss me, kill me |