Peter

Peter, can I go back home I flew here under false pretense I thought it'd be fun But the lost boys have all moved away And one of them is locked up I know you think you're still a child, But I couldn't give a fuck; you're twenty-one Oh, Peter, I can dream no more I have been chasing all of yours I've forgotten what it was that I wanted That I want Oh, I won't be your doll So please don't ask me to You see I don't look so good in yellow Like other dolls they do Oh, Peter I am not naive I see the way you look at her You don't do that for me Oh, it must be love And we both know its not with us Oh, I won't be your doll So please don't you ask me too You see I don't look so good in yellow Like other dolls they do Oh, Peter He walks beside the lake While I lay beside an empty space Waiting for the sirens Just waiting for the sirens Oh, I won't be your doll So please don't you ask me to I won't shut my little painted face Like all your other dolls they do Like all the other dolls they do