In my neighbourhood where folks don't live so good now
The rooms are small most the building made of wood
I hear the neighbours talking 'bout you and me
Yes i've heard most every word cos the taklins 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 say that girl in room one forty nine 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
Cos 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 cross the hall
that when a nice boy like that falls in love hey
it's just too bad that he had to go and fall for a girl that doesn't care for him at all
No I don't wanna hear it anymore
I don't wanna hear it anymore
Cos 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