[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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
[Chorus 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
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