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 Now 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 Ah ha ha ha Of course, you're not shy It takes a clown to cry 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
Of course, you're not shy It takes a clown to cry Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me Ohhh
(Come on), Come on Come on, kill me!
They want you to be Jesus
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 thirty-three And you're turning tricks With your crucifix Star
Of course you're not blind It takes a clown to cry Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Oh yeah Oooh, oooh Come on kill me Kill, kill me Kill me, kill me Come on Kill me
