The Curtains Are Twitchin'
๐ต 976 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:08 duration
๐ ID: 8005639
๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:31.84] The curtains are twitchin, this house is getting bored
[00:35.30] The newborn is itchin to have a go at the cord
[00:41.66] The curtains are twitchin by grubby little paws
[00:48.17] That darken the stitching for a good gawk
[00:55.21] The curtains are twitchin, and we can't help but look
[01:01.28] Feed our bitchin at who gave and who took
[01:08.15] The curtains are twitchin on these windows of the soul
[01:15.41] Some call it blinking
[01:17.53] Eyes open, eyes closed
[01:26.51] All these gestures, like flowers
[01:34.07] Feed ties and affections, like ours
[01:42.09] My love, like ours
[02:03.39] The curtains are twitchin, an involuntary tick
[02:09.69] A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss
[02:16.22] The curtains are twitchin at Mrs.Carey's limp
[02:22.94] A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp?
[02:30.28] The curtains are twitchin at all who pout and preen
[02:40.15] The director is screaming for less drama and more queen
[02:43.04] The curtains are twitchin, please don't pick me last
[02:50.50] Give me a star on my forehead, make me top of the class
[03:02.09] All these gestures, like flowers
[03:27.12] Feed ties and affections, like ours
[03:29.08] My love, like ours
[03:32.95]
[00:35.30] The newborn is itchin to have a go at the cord
[00:41.66] The curtains are twitchin by grubby little paws
[00:48.17] That darken the stitching for a good gawk
[00:55.21] The curtains are twitchin, and we can't help but look
[01:01.28] Feed our bitchin at who gave and who took
[01:08.15] The curtains are twitchin on these windows of the soul
[01:15.41] Some call it blinking
[01:17.53] Eyes open, eyes closed
[01:26.51] All these gestures, like flowers
[01:34.07] Feed ties and affections, like ours
[01:42.09] My love, like ours
[02:03.39] The curtains are twitchin, an involuntary tick
[02:09.69] A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss
[02:16.22] The curtains are twitchin at Mrs.Carey's limp
[02:22.94] A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp?
[02:30.28] The curtains are twitchin at all who pout and preen
[02:40.15] The director is screaming for less drama and more queen
[02:43.04] The curtains are twitchin, please don't pick me last
[02:50.50] Give me a star on my forehead, make me top of the class
[03:02.09] All these gestures, like flowers
[03:27.12] Feed ties and affections, like ours
[03:29.08] My love, like ours
[03:32.95]