LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeButterfly Collector
So you finally got what you wantedYou've achieved your aim by making me walk in lineWhen you just can't get any higherYou've used your senses to suss out this week's climberAnd the small fame that you've acquiredHas brought you into cult status but to me you're still a collectorThere's tarts and whores but you're much moreYou're a different kind 'cause you want their mindsAnd you just don't care 'cause you've got no prideIt's just a face on your pillowcaseThat thrills youAnd you started looking much olderAnd your fashion sense is second rate like your perfumeBut to you in your little dream worldYou're still the queen of the butterfly collectorsAs you carry on 'cause it's all you knowYou can't light a fire, you can't cook or sewYou go from day to day by filling your headBut you surely must know the appeal between your legsHas worn offAnd I don't care about morals'Cause the word's insane and we're all to blame anywayAnd I don't feel any sorrowTowards the Queens and Kings of the butterfly collectorsThere's tarts and whores but you're much moreYou're a different kind 'cause you want their mindsAnd you just don't care 'cause you've got no prideHe's just a face on your pillowcaseThat thrills youYou carry on 'cause it's all you knowYou can't light a fire, you can't cook or sewYou go from day to day filling your headBut you surely must know the appeal between your legsHas worn offAnd I don't feel any sorrowTowards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors.
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