The Curtains Are Twitchin'

The curtains are twitching, this house is getting bored

The newborn is itching to have a go at the cord

The curtains are twitching by grubby little paws

The darkened stitching for a good gawk

The curtains are twitching, we can't help but look

Feed our bitching at who gave and who took

The curtains are twitching on these windows of the soul

Some call it blinking, eyes open, eyes closed

All these gestures, like flowers

Feed ties and affections, like ours

My love, like ours

The curtains are twitching, an involuntary tick

A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss

The curtains are twitching at mrs.carey's limp

A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp?

The curtains are twitching at all who pout and preen

The director is screaming for less drama and more queen

The curtains are twitching, please, don't pick me last

Give me a star on my forehead, make me top of the class

All these gestures, like flowers

Feed ties and affections, like ours

My love, like ours

All these gestures, like flowers

Feed ties and affections, like ours

My love, like ours

My love, like ours