The Devil-tips Lyrics
If I could always be eighteen.You could always be eight.We'd draw monsters on your walls.I'll keep you up too late.'Cause getting served in pubsisn't all it's cracked up to be.I dreamt you were wee again.Arms stretched out and pining for me.Come here so I can help youtie your brand new tie,brush your coat and rememberno-one laughs if you cry.Well fuck me, it's windy.We picked a good day.That's the first drink I've ever bought youand I'm sure you're starting to sway.
Arab Strap The Devil-tips
