U2 — Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me (Batman Forever)

Riddle me this,
riddle me that.
Who's afraid of the big bad bat?
You don't know how you look here.
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.
Dancing like your sister. Living like it's art.
If you don't know what you're doing, babe, it must be art.
You're ready
in a suitcase. You're a little star.
Oh,
little shine.
You don't have to go blind.
Hold me.
Swirl me.
Kiss me. Kill me. You don't know how you look here.
You just know you want out. Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt.
You're a big smash.
You've been
laid out in the press. If at first you don't succeed, try,
try again. Oh, little shine.
Leaves a curve to cry. Hold me.
Swirl me.
Kiss me.
Kill me.
What is it about the wrong kind of man?
It's the car, right? Chicks love the car.
They worship technically Jesus.
They'll go down on one knee. Put that warmth out on your back if you're lying on thirty-three.
And you're turning tricks with your cursed fix.
You're a little star.
Little child.
Oh, little shine.
You don't have to deny it, love.
Hold me.
Swirl me. Kiss me.
Kill me.