música para portarse mal.

(...) tell me that you love me still, we could get out of here!

Chorus: 
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 of 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!