If These Walls Could Talk

If these walls could talk don’t believe a word they say I heard them lying to the furniture just yesterday I did not do those things that they say I did Why, those walls would have you believing that I’ve flipped my lid If these walls could talk I would have to tear them down I can’t have my little secrets spread all over town If I knew these plasterboards were built with such loose lips I would have covered all them up with wallpaper slips If these walls could talk I might just have to move away In fear of the things that my walls might say So I am happy in the knowledge that they only talk to me But, now I am worried about my chatty chimney