Tytuł: Butterfly Collector

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So you finally got what you wanted
  You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
  
  When you just can't get any higher
  You've used 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 'cause you want their minds
  And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
  It's just a face on your pillowcase
  That thrills you
  
  And you started looking much older
  And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
  
  But to you in your little dream world
  You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors
  
  As 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 appeal between your legs
  Has worn off
  
  And I don't care about morals
  'Cause the word's insane and we're all to blame anyway
  
  And I don't feel any sorrow
  Towards the Queens and Kings 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 pride
  He's just a face on your pillowcase
  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 go from day to day filling your head
  But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
  Has worn off
  
  And I don't feel any sorrow
  Towards the Kings and Queens of the butterfly collectors.