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So you finally got what you wanted You achieved your aim by making the walking lame When you just can't get any higher You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber And the small fame that you've aquired 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 thei minds And you just don't care cause you've got no brain It's just a face on your pillow case that thrills you
And you've started looking much older And your fasionsense is second rate like your perfume 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 get 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 collector
There's tarts and whores but you're much more You're a different kind cause you want their mind And you just don't care cause you've got no brain It's just a face on your pillow case that thrills you
You carry on cause it's all you know You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew You get from day to day by filling your head But you suerly 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 |
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