Ifs & Buts - Gemma Ray

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