In my neighborhood
where the folks don′t live so good, now,
the rooms are small,
most of the buildings made of wood.
I hear the neighbors talking about you and me.
Guess I′ve heard most every word
'cuz the talkin's loud
and the walls are much too thin.
She don't really love him,
whoa, that′s what I heard them say.
She sure wasn′t thinking of him
oh, today, oh no, yeah.
I saw her in the front yard, now,
said that girl in room 149
talking to a boy,
well, I've never seen him before
and standing there together,
don′t you know they looked so fine?
Oh, I don't wanna hear it anymore,
I don′t wanna hear it anymore
but the talk just never ends,
the heartache soon begins,
the talk is so loud
and the walls are much too thin.
Lord, ain't it sad,
said the woman across the hall
that when a nice boy falls in love,
hey, it′s just too bad
that he just had to fall
for a girl who doesn't care for him at all.
Well, I don't wanna hear them anymore,
I can′t stand to hear anymore
but the talk just never ends
and the heartache soon begins.
Oh, they talk so loud
and the walls are much too thin.
Whoa, I wish
they wouldn′t talk so loud
and expose
my heartache to all of the crowd...