Peter
Peter, can I go back homeI flew here under false pretenseI thought it'd be funBut the lost boys have all moved awayAnd one of them is locked upI 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 moreI have been chasing all of yoursI've forgotten what it was that I wantedThat I want
Oh, I won't be your dollSo please don't ask me toYou see I don't look so good in yellowLike other dolls they do
Oh, PeterI am not naiveI see the way you look at herYou don't do that for meOh, it must be loveAnd we both know its not with us
Oh, I won't be your dollSo please don't you ask me tooYou see I don't look so good in yellowLike other dolls they do
Oh, PeterHe walks beside the lakeWhile I lay beside an empty spaceWaiting for the sirensJust waiting for the sirens
Oh, I won't be your dollSo please don't you ask me toI won't shut my little painted faceLike all your other dolls they doLike all the other dolls they do