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