Butterfly Col
So you finally got what you wanted
Youve achieved your aim by making the walking lame
And when you just cant get any higher
You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber
And the small fame that youve acquired
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 because you want their minds
And you just dont care cause youve got no brain
Its just that 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
Because 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 minds
And you just dont care cause youve got no brains
Its just a face on your pillowcase that thrills you
You carry on because its all you know
You cant light a fire, you cant cook or sew
You get from day to day be 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
song performed by Garbage
Added by Lucian Velea
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