The Walls Have Ears
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
Every time you stamp through a lamp and every cup and dish you break
But they cant hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, dont fight tonight
The walls have ears, better think before you fling that shoe
If you part my hair with a chair, theyll spread the news to Timbuktu
But they cant hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, dont fight tonight
Jets can fly, fast and high, rockets can go even faster
But they cant catch or even match sound traveling through plaster
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
Every time you stamp through a lamp and every cup and dish you break
But they cant hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
So come on baby, dont fight tonight
Just in tonight
Dont fight tonight
