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• The Butterfly Collector • | by The Jam
So you finally got what you wanted
Youíve achieved your aim by making me walk in line
And when you just canít get any higher
You use your senses to suss out this weekís climber
And the small fame that youíve acquired
Has brought you into cult status
But to me youíre still a collector

Thereís tarts and whores but youíre much more
Youíre a different kind cause you want their minds
And you just donít care cause youíve got no pride
Itís 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
Youíre still the queen of the butterfly collectors

As you carry on cause itís all you know
You canít light a fire
You canít 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 donít care about morals
Cause the worldís insane and weíre all to blame anyway
And I donít feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors

Thereís tarts and whores but youíre much more
Youíre a different kind cause you want their minds
And you just donít care cause youíve got no pride
Itís just a face on your pillowcase
That thrills you

As you carry on cause itís all you know
You canít light a fire
You canít 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 donít feel any sorrow
Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors
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