Curtains are superior to blinds
You can throw 'em on open
And admire the scope of your land
It makes you feel like a goddamn prince
When you sweep 'em to the side
And let the sun rays hit, oh!

Curtains are superior to blinds
You can shut 'em real tight
When it's time to write up a script
And light a candle as you dip your pen in ink
It always leaves a little open so your rivals take a peek

And then there's blinds!
"Ring the bell, Quasimodo!
Pull on the rope if you want to see
You want privacy? You better spin the stick
Like a caveman making firе, only half as efficient!"

Curtains are supеrior to blinds
It's just two swathes of cloth
Not a billion pieces of plastic
That breaks if you open 'em too fast
Or if you open 'em too slow
Or if you open 'em at all
Fuck blinds