The Devil - Tips

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 gettin' served in pubs It's not always cracked up to be I dreamt you were wee again Arms stretched out, pinin' for me Come here, so I can help you Tie your brand new tie Brush your coat and remember No one laughs if you cry Well, f**k me, it's windy We picked a good day That's the first drink I've ever, ever bought to you And I'm sure you're startin' to sway