Ifs & Buts

Some people, they just turn their backs and run
Preferring just to talk about the things they should have done
They talk about the things they're gonna do
Talkers that are not worth talking to
These doctors drag you down into the deep
Keeping any friends that they can keep
Telling tales they plan stuck on repeat
Whiles even gossers in their jam jars fall asleep
They mean to act their every beck and call
Digging trenches in the ground before they even fall
Arms across their chest, hands on each shoulder
Smoking fags only to watch them smolder
Smoking fags only to watch them smolder
Smoking fags only to watch them smolder
You're the kind of man who understands (you're the kind of man who understands)
Something don't mean nothing till it's wrapped inside your hands
Hands mean nothing to the dotty fool not worth talking to
Ifs and buts and hopes one days and maybes
Are words that just don't do it for me, baby
You do it like it's done before already
Before these over-eager hands reach out ahead of me
Don't talk about, don't talk about
Don't talk about telling all what they say will come true
Don't talk about, don't talk about
Don't talk about telling all what they say will come true