So you finally got what you wanted

You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line.

When you just can't get any higher

You've used 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 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.

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 go from day to day by filling your head

But you surely must know the appeal between your legs

Has worn off.

And I don't care about morals

'cause the word's insane and we're all to blame anyway.

And I don't feel any sorrow

Towards the queens and kings of the butterfly collectors.

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

He's just a face on your pillowcase

That thrills you.

You carry on 'cause it's all you know

You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew

You go from day to day filling your head

But you surely 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.