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 you 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 it's 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 too
I won't shut my little painted face
Like all your other dolls they do
Like all the other dolls they do