The Devil-tips

If I could always be eighteen.
You could always be eight.
Wed draw monsters on your walls.
Ill keep you up too late.

cause getting served in pubs
Isnt all its cracked up to be.
I dreamt you were wee again.
Arms stretched out and pining 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 fuck me, its windy.
We picked a good day.
Thats the first drink Ive ever bought you
And Im sure youre starting to sway.