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