Butterfly Col |
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Butterfly Col Lyrics |
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 So you finally got what you wanted You`ve achieved your aim by making the walking lame And when you just can`t get any higher You use your senses 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 because you want their minds And you just don`t care `cause you`ve got no brain It`s just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you And you`ve started looking much older And your fashion sense 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 Because 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 thrills you You carry on because it`s all you know You can`t light a fire, you can`t cook or sew You get from day to day be 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 |
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