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 hundread dollar bills
But the thrill can kill
She's drivin to Vegas in her Mercedez
On the weekend gettin crazy
Gettin every kind a 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 runaway in every city
Gettin paid to be too skinny
Givin looks to kill
He's getting head inside of a limo
Holding on to her stilletos
Spendin hundread 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
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