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 thirty-three 
And you’re turning tricks with your crucifix 
You’re a star 

Of course you’re not shy 
You don’t have to deny love 
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me