The curtains are twitchin, 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 stitching 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 screaming 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    these lyrics are submitted by Jerto527