I Dont Want To Hear It Anymore

Dusty Springfield

Transposer:

Words and music by Randy Newman. [Intro] In my neighbourhood We don’t live so good The rooms are small And the buildings made of wood I hear the neighbours talking ’bout you and me I guess I heard it all ’Cause the talk is loud And the walls are much too thin [Interlude] [Verse 1] He don’t really love her That’s what I heard them say He sure wasn’t thinking of her today oh no I saw them in the front yard Said the boy in room 149 He was talking to a girl I’ve never seen before And standing there together oh they looked so good [Chorus] I don’t want to hear it anymore I don’t want to hear it anymore ’Cause the talk just never ends And the heartache soon begins The talk is so loud And the walls are much too thin [Verse 2] Ain’t it sad said the woman down the hall That when a nice girl falls in love Ain’t it just too bad that she had to fall For a boy who doesn’t care for her at all? [Chorus] I don’t want to hear it anymore I just can’t stand to hear it anymore ’Cause the talk just never ends And the heartache soon begins The talk is so loud And the walls are much too thin [Outro] I don’t want to hear it anymore I just can’t stand to hear it anymore

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Le Chansonnier