Lyrics:

Ever since a modern man made himself an iron hand
I was trapped inside again trying to get out
Oh won't you take me to the hill? Put me in your Coupe de Ville
Tell me that you love me still, we could get out of here

Oh, life is a story, won't you be my story, girl?
Your eyes are blue skies

We could eat the tasty pieces of the peaches on the beaches
Tell me what would be such fun sitting in the garden sun
And you could go and meet my mom, we could sit there all day long
Tell me what would be so wrong, oh so wrong with that?

Oh, life is a story, won't you be my story, girl?
Your eyes are blue skies that shows them the sunrise
And you saw nothing, you made me so happy!
Oh, life is a story, won't you be my story, girl?
Your eyes are bloodshot