So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
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 !@^%s 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 get from day to day by filling your head

But surely you must know the appeal between your legs
Has worn off


And I don't care about morals
'Cause 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 !@^%s 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

As 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 surely you 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