She's in a bikini with a martini
A goddess in a Fellini
Takin' every kind of pill
He's wearin' Armani in his Ferrari
Gettin' loaded off her body
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill
The thrill can kill
She's drivin' to Vegas in her Mercedes
On the weekend gettin' crazy
Givin' every kind of thrill
She's in her Dior Haute Couture
Spendin' money hardcore
And daddy's got the bill
But the thrill can kill
Everybody wants a thrill
It tastes so good it makes you ill
No one's gonna make you stop
Everybody's havin' fun
Dancing with a loaded gun
No one's gonna make you give it up
The thrill can kill
She's walkin' the runway in every city
Gettin' paid to be too skinny
Givin' looks to kill
He's getting head inside of a limo
Holdin' on to her stilettos
Spendin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill
Everybody wants a thrill
It tastes so good it makes you ill
No one's gonna make you stop
Everybody's havin' fun
Dancing with a loaded gun
No one's gonna make you give it up
The thrill can kill
Ohh ohh ohh
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill
But the thrill can kill
Everybody wants a thrill
It tastes so good it makes you ill
No one's gonna make you stop
Everybody's havin' fun
Dancing with a loaded gun
No one's gonna make you give it up
The thrill can kill
Everybody wants (wants) a thrill
Everybody wants (wants) a thrill
Ohh ohh ohh
The thrill can kill
Rollin' hundred dollar bills
But the thrill can kill
The thrill can kill
The thrill can kill
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.