If I could always be eighteen. You could always be eight. We'd draw monsters on your wall. I'd keep you up too late. . Cause getting served in pubs. It's all it's cracked up to be.
You always jump and quiver. When you're coming in to land. With no runway, no guidance. No nails dug into my hand. . We could ask whoever we want. We could go back to school.
You've always thought the first time was that night on the boat. Cramped up in the bottom bunk while she slept above. I suppose it's more glamorous out at sea under the moon.
So that was the first big weekend of the summer... Starts Thursday as usual with a canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her. I shouldn't have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches....
It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny What I can see clearly with my drinking eye. You know I'd never stop until I see you cry, Make you insist through snot and tears that you'd never lie. Now my Friday nights have many uses..
The Greek sun made you lovely. But attacked me with its rays.. I feel asleep and burned so badly. I could barely move for the first few days.. . The girls in front all lay topless.