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 your 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
Ive forgotten what it was that I wanted
That I want

Oh I wont 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 wont 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
Why i lay beside an empty space
Waiting for the sirens
Just waiting for the sirens

Oh i wont be your doll
So please don't you ask me too
I wont shut my little painted face
Like all your other dolls they do
Like all the other dolls they do