You carry on 'cause it's all you know
Has worn off
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
There's tarts and whores but you're much more
You get from day to day by filling your head
Has worn off
'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway
And the small fame that you've acquired
And you started looking much older
But to me you're still a collector
And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride
You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds
And I don't feel any sorrow
Has brought you into cult status
And I don't care about morals
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
But to you in your little dream world
You use your senses to suss out this week's climber
You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors
And I don't feel any sorrow
You can't light a fire, you can't cook or sew
It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you
And when you just can't get any higher
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume
But you surely must know the appeal between your legs
You get from day to day by filling your head
As you carry on 'cause it's all you know
It's just that face on your pillowcase that thrills you
