Always Watching, Always Listening

The walls have ears,
my dear,
as I'm sure you've heard.
You can't say anything
without risking everyone hearing.

The walls, such gossips,
they don't know how
to keep a secret.
They'd tell everyone
they know.

But did they tell you?
The ceiling,
it has eyes that follow
every little move
you make.

Don't mess up, no,
else everyone will know
how messed you truly are.
And we can't have that,
now can we?

Just pose pretty,
my dear,
smile sweetly at the masses,
and be the little doll
everyone expects you to be.