| The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
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| Every time you stamp, throw a lamp, and every cup and dish you break
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| But they can’t hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
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| So come on baby, don’t fight tonight
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| The walls have ears, better think before you fling that shoe
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| If you part my hair with a chair, they’ll spread the news to Timbuktu
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| Jets can fly, fast and high, rockets can go even faster
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| But they can’t catch or even match sound traveling through plaster
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| The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make
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| Every time you stamp, throw a lamp, and every cup and dish you break
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| But they can’t hear a kiss or two arms that hold you tight
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| So come on baby, don’t fight tonight
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| Just dim the light
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| Don’t fight tonight |