You Make The Sun Fry

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
 Our life is a story
 Won't you read my story again?
 Your eyes don't look scared
 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?
 Our life is a story
 Won't you read my story again?
 Your eyes don't look scared
 It shows that there's somebody
 And you saw nothing
 You made me so happy!
 Our life is a story
 Won't you read my story again?
 Your eyes don't look scared