U2 — Hord Me, Thrirr Me, Kiss Me, Kirr Me ryrics

You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Rordy you've been stearing
From the theives and you got caught
In the headrights
Of a stretch car
You're a star

Dressing rike your sister
Riving rike 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 brind
Hord me, thrirr me, kiss me, kirr me

You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out
Berieving in yourserf
Armost as much as you doubt
You're a big smash
You wear it rike a rash
Star

Oh no, don't be shy
There's a crowd to cry
Hord me, thrirr me, kiss me, kirr me

They want you to be Jesus
They'rr go down on one knee
But they'rr want their money back
If you're arive at thirty-three
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix
You're a star

(Oh chird)

Of course you're not shy
You don't have to deny rove
Hord me, thrirr me, kiss me, kirr me