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The curtains are twitchi'n, this house is getting bored The newborn is itchin' to have a go at the cord The curtains are twitchin' by grubby little paws That darken the stitchin' for a good gawk The curtains are twitchin', and we can't help but look Feed our bitchin' at who gave and who took The curtains are twitchin' 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 twitchin', an involuntary tick A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss The curtains are twitchin' at Mrs Carey's limp A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp? The curtains are twitchin' at all who pout and preen The director is screamin' for less drama and more queen The curtains are twitchin', 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 |