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So you finally got what you wanted, |
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You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame, |
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And when you just can't get any higher, |
| [00:31.58] |
You use your senses to suss out this week's climber, |
| [00:40.46] |
And the small fame that you've acquired, |
| [00:44.23] |
Has brought you into cult status but to me you're still a collector. |
| [00:51.69] |
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| [00:53.72] |
There's tarts and whores but you're much more, |
| [00:57.00] |
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds, |
| [01:01.39] |
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains, |
| [01:05.85] |
It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you. |
| [01:13.59] |
|
| [01:16.28] |
And you've started looking much older, |
| [01:26.64] |
And you're fashion sense is second rate like your perfume, |
| [01:35.03] |
But to you in your own little dream world, |
| [01:39.31] |
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors. |
| [01:41.60] |
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| [01:49.17] |
You carry on 'cause it's all you know, |
| [01:52.86] |
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew, |
| [01:56.66] |
You get from day to day by filling your head, |
| [02:00.87] |
But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off. |
| [02:07.85] |
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| [02:17.88] |
And I don't care about morals, |
| [02:22.05] |
'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway, |
| [02:30.27] |
And I don't feel any sorrow, |
| [02:34.63] |
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors. |
| [02:41.62] |
|
| [02:43.71] |
There's tarts and whores but you're much more, |
| [02:48.06] |
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds, |
| [02:51.75] |
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no brains, |
| [02:56.27] |
It's just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you. |
| [03:02.21] |
|
| [03:02.77] |
You carry on 'cause it's all you know, |
| [03:06.20] |
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew, |
| [03:10.28] |
You get from day to day by filling your head, |
| [03:14.44] |
But you surely must know the thrill between your legs has worn off. |
| [03:19.44] |
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| [03:24.01] |
And I don't feel any sorrow, |
| [03:27.32] |
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors. |
