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[Chords] Em (022000) Bm (x24432) Am (x02210) G (320033) A (x02220) C (x32010) F (133211) [Intro] Em e|-----------------| B|-----------------| G|-----0-------0---| D|---2---2---2---2-| (x2) A|-----------------| E|-0-------0-------| [Verse 1] Em Bm So you finally got what you wanted Bm Am Bm Am Bm Em You've achieved your aim by making the walking lame Em Bm And when you just can't get any higher Bm Am Bm Am Bm Em You use your senses to suss out this weeks climber Em Bm And the small fame that you've acquired Bm Am Bm Has brought you into cult status Am Bm Em But to me you're still a collector [Chorus 1] G A C G There's tarts and whores but you're much more G A C G You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds G A C G And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride G A C G It's just a face on your pillowcase F Em That thrills you [Verse 2] Em Bm And you started looking much older Bm Am Bm Am Bm Em And your fashion sense is second rate like your perfume Em Bm But to you in your own little dream world Bm Am Bm Am Bm Em You're still the queen of the butterfly collectors [Chorus 2] G A C G As you carry on 'cause it's all you know G A You can't light a fire C G You can't cook or sew G A C G You get from day to day by filling your head G A C G But you surely must know the appeal between your legs F Em Has worn off [Verse 3] Em Bm And I don't care about morals Bm Am Bm Am Bm Em 'Cause the world's insane and we're all to blame anyway Em Bm And I don't feel any sorrow Bm Am Bm Am Bm Em Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors [Chorus 3] G A C G There's tarts and whores but you're much more G A C G You're a different kind 'cause you want their minds G A C G And you just don't care 'cause you've got no pride G A C G It's just a face on your pillowcase F D That thrills you [Chorus 4] G A C G As you carry on 'cause it's all you know G A You can't light a fire C G You can't cook or sew G A C G You get from day to day by filling your head G A C G But you surely must know the appeal between your legs F Em Has worn off [Outro] Em Bm And I don't feel any sorrow Bm Am Bm Bm Am Em Towards the kings and queens of the butterfly collectors