Curtain, oh curtain,
thank you for keeping me safe.
You keep the oglers of my body far at bay.
How I appreciate all that you do.
Curtain, oh curtain, how I thank you.

Curtain, oh curtain,
why are you sad?
You continue to protect me and of that I am glad.
I know I should've washed you and that makes sad.
Curtain, good curtain, I'm kind of your dad.

And this, good curtain, does not play.
Just standing straight at work all day.
Curtain, curtain, perhaps one day you
might play outside as a skirt or two.

Curtain, good curtain, how I do love
the colors of your flowers and bugs.
Most people call them butterflies
but they'll always be bugs
to me because that's
what I called them when I was three.

Curtain, good curtain, you'll always be kind.
Curtain, good curtain sometimes I unwind
and unfurl your beauty for just me to see.
Because, your other side is blank.
Keeping out all the odd skinks.
I appreciate all your hard work.
And perhaps later, I'll... dance and I'll twerk?
Wait, that doesn't work.