In my neighbourhood, where folks don't live so good now The rooms are small, most of building's made of wood I hear the neighbours talking about you and me Yes, I've heard most every word 'Cause the talking's loud, and the walls are much too thin
"She don't really love him" Oh, that's what I heard them say "She sure wasn't thinking of him today" "I saw her in the courtyard", said that girl in room 1-49 "Talking to a boy I've never seen before And standing there together, don't you know they looked so fine"
No, I don't want to hear it anymore I don't want to hear it anymore 'Cause the talk just never ends And the heartache soon begins The talk is so loud and the walls- they're much too thin
"Lord, ain't it sad", said the woman across the hall "That a nice boy like that falls in love Hey, it's just too bad that he had to go and fall For a girl who doesn't care for him at all"
No, I don't want to hear it anymore I don't want to hear it anymore 'Cause the talk just never ends And the heartache soon begins Oh, they talk so loud And the walls are much too thin
Oh, I wish they wouldn't talk so loud And expose my heartache to the crowd These walls around me are so thin Sometimes I think they're moving in Yeah...