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Butterfly Collector

So you finally got what you wanted 
You've achieved your aim 
By making the walking lame 
When you just can't get any higher 

You use your sense to suss out this week's climber 
And the small fame that you've acquired 
Has brought you into cult status 
But to me you're still a collector 

There's tarts and whores but you're much more 
You're a different kind cause you want their minds 
And you just don't care cause you've got no brains 
It's just a face on your pillowcase that throws you 

And you've started looking much older 
And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfrume 
But to you in your own little dream world 
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors 

You carry on cause it's all you know 
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew 
You go from day to day by filling your head 
But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off 

And I don't care about morals 
Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway 
And I don't feel any sorrow 
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors 

There's tarts and whores but you're much more 
You're a different kind cause you want their minds 
And you just don't care cause you've got no brains 
It's just a face on your pillowcase that throws you 

You carry on cause it's all you know 
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew 
You go from day to day by filling your head 
But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off 

And I don't feel any sorrow 
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors