The Walls Have Ears

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