lame when you just cant get any higher, you use your senses to suss out this weeks climber and the small fame that youve aquired has brought you into cult status, but to me youre still a collector
theres tarts and whores, but youre much more youre a different kind, cause you want their mind and you just dont care, cause youve got no brain — its just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you
and youve started looking much older and your fashion sense is second-rate like your perfume but to you in your own little dream world, youre still the queen of the butterfly collectors
you carry on, cause its all you know you cant light a fire, you cant 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 dont care about morals, cause the worlds insane and were all to blame anyway and I dont feel any sorrow towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
theres tarts and whores, but youre much more youre a different kind, cause you want their mind and you just dont care, cause youve got no brains — its just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you
you carry on, cause its all you know you cant light a fire, you cant 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 dont feel any sorrow towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors